The mother of humanity
Cast aside without a thought.
For what do we owe this calamity?
Man’s wrath is a terrible blot.
I wonder what you were like.
I wonder were you kind?
I wonder did you mean to free the mind?
I wonder could you heal the blind?
Did you dream?
Did you yearn to be free?
Did you want to sail some distant sea?
Did you simply wish to flee?
Can you forgive your children?
Can you absolve our sin?
Can you forget without chagrin?
Can you soothe our burning skin?
Will I win your praise?
Will I make you proud?
Will I meet you in the cloud?
Will I hear your voice aloud?
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
The mother of humanity
Cast aside without a thought.
For what do we owe this calamity?
Man’s wrath is a terrible blot.
I wonder what you were like.
I wonder were you kind?
I wonder did you mean to free the mind?
I wonder could you heal the blind?
Did you dream?
Did you yearn to be free?
Did you want to sail some distant sea?
Did you simply wish to flee?
Can you forgive your children?
Can you absolve our sin?
Can you forget without chagrin?
Can you soothe our burning skin?
Will I win your praise?
Will I make you proud?
Will I meet you in the cloud?
Will I hear your voice aloud?
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