Mother,
Oh dear woman,
Please rest,
And May your heart be satisfied.
Proud,
brave as I am,
But you're never proud.
Though others,
By virtue of conformity,
May be lavishly praised,
And celebrated amongst your circle.
Mother, bring me close once more,
Put aside your fear,
Acceptance does not give way to damnation.
But love will free you
From this blight of hatred.
I pray you know,
That I may give
A love true, brave.
You fight me, mother
And I am so burdened
I hate, yet I love you so deeply.
The pain I endure
It shapes,
Teaches me a beauty.
I pray I may give,
What you have forgone:
A brightness and hope
Mother,
Comfort me,
Hold me tightly as before
When my screams brought you near,
And your best...
...An understanding.
A child,
I wander and learn,
And still you fear
But you cannot alter
Else what will I become?
I am no slave,
And your desires are your own.
Acceptance,
It will never damn you.
Love,
It will never implicate you.
Your avarice, zeal...
As you hate,
You are condemned
Collectors and thieves,
Were no less welcome.
The almighty's table,
A reminder
Where love forgave,
And brought me in.
Do you get it?
Who you turn away,
Who you blame and forsake,
Who you would sacrifice,
For your penitence
I am forever your child,
And You are forever my mother,
Against what do we fight so hard?
Ideals? Decisions?
How silly,
And how profane.
He who will judge,
One day,
Will laugh at your justice,
As penitence has already been made,
And will bring you in regardless