Shameful a past, often reminded Lest she forfeit the pain that's behind her How can a Mother hear so much? Of her mistakes instead of her touch Love runs so deep for the child she bore The one who scorns and slams the door
No way to change what's been done No way to stop, no where to run What is the reason to see me burn? What is to gain but making me squirm? If I could change the past then I would Take it all back and make it all good
But all she can do is what she did then Cry these tears and live it again Forgotten were the days of a mother's care Of baths, and stories, and fixing her hair The nights spent with fevers Now she has trouble to remember either
Surely her tears will never wash clean The words that were meant to cause her such pain They are etched in her heart forever to stay For all those mistakes this is her pay To spend her life, the rest of her years Attempting to redeem a Mother's Tears