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*Mother thought the time was right Packed her bags Prepared the flight Yet as she wandered round the house Oh so quiet as a mouse Wasted years came flooding back **** near knocked her off her track* It made her stop It made her think A lifetime of a man and drink **Does she dare? Does she care? Did she care? Will she dare?** The door it does a beckon But … Mother’s rooted to the spot The fear of life without him On the landscape is a blot Tiny steps are needed As courage takes a dive Mother’s slowly disappearing A ghost that’s barely still alive Room to room she wanders Trapped in a bygone age Dreaming of a life not lived Outside her unlocked cage Mother starts a doubting Thinks … That now’s too late Thinks … Who would really want her now? She’s old She’s overweight Best years are behind her Buried in his years Mother’s dreams are fading fast Soon … They completely disappear *Mother thought the time’s not right Unpacked her bags Cancelled the flight And as she wandered round the house Oh so quiet as a mouse The wasted years come flooding back …*
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Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
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*Mother thought the time was right Packed her bags Prepared the flight Yet as she wandered round the house Oh so quiet as a mouse Wasted years came flooding back **** near knocked her off her track* It made her stop It made her think A lifetime of a man and drink **Does she dare? Does she care? Did she care? Will she dare?** The door it does a beckon But … Mother’s rooted to the spot The fear of life without him On the landscape is a blot Tiny steps are needed As courage takes a dive Mother’s slowly disappearing A ghost that’s barely still alive Room to room she wanders Trapped in a bygone age Dreaming of a life not lived Outside her unlocked cage Mother starts a doubting Thinks … That now’s too late Thinks … Who would really want her now? She’s old She’s overweight Best years are behind her Buried in his years Mother’s dreams are fading fast Soon … They completely disappear *Mother thought the time’s not right Unpacked her bags Cancelled the flight And as she wandered round the house Oh so quiet as a mouse The wasted years come flooding back …*
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bathsheba
English
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 8:17 AM UTC
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