athought interrupted is lost
ohwell it lacked anything compelling
anyways.

but it's them not us
andusnotwe
and him not i

but it's summer not spring
and the earth is too
hot
because too many tears
and too many screams
heat the earthforwhat it is and notwhat we need it to be

Mother dearest how I love you so,
All the times I wished you were there.
To hold me and tell me that you care,
Even whilst brushing my hair.

Mother dearest I know notwhat to do,
To tell you the pain in my soul,
For which only you can console,
And fill up the empty whole.

Mother dearest even I know,
How in secret I cried,
And you wished for me to confide,
But I left your hands tied.

Mother dearest I promise you,
Even though I know not what to say,
I will not turn you away,
And we will get by day by day