Smiling, crying.
The light comes breaking through.
Sitting alone,
the flowers bloom,
not left, any room.

No one here,
fear the danger.
Coming through,
another stranger.

The night falls,
across the stage.
Another mother in a rage.
It's hard to win,
going cold,
the truth I'll never know.

The son will rise,
yet again,
but soon will fall.
Suffering through it all.