My mother is like a lightbulb,
She makes her mistakes
She burns and she brightens
And then she breaks.
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My mother is like a lightbulb
She brightens the room
But make no mistake,
She can darken one too,
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My mother is like a lightbulb
She blunders and cries
But don't think she's harmless
It's a well crafted disguise
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But regardless of it all
Someone gets hurt
Palms are cut open
And fingers are burnt
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And yet,
my mother is unlike a lightbulb,
Because broken lightbulbs
are replaced.