She raised her hands in hurry like the hackles on a dog
As everything repeated, disappeared into the fog
Another conversation turned to water with the air
And all of what she taught them wasn't present anywhere
She couldn't not remember when the past became today
The sum of what is hopeless and a place too far away
My sons will be my sons and even death cannot define
The battle I am fighting to restore their weary minds
And if I am alone inside a war I'll never win
I'll put my hands together and remain outside the skin
She'll never be forsaken by the thoughts that give her rest
The only thing a mother has, her sons to ever bless