A mother’s love runs deep, is strong,
Her child’s death it does not sever,
Instead their bond draws like a noose,
Her love becomes to her a razor.
Bruising, wounding, cutting deep,
Her beating heart she fears may burst;
Yet throw it off she dare not think,
For that would be a pain far worse.
So goes on her love courageous,
Burden borne her choice to keep;
Eternal flame within her burning,
‘Til she too finds her final sleep.