Mother is the lantern in the fear of night,
The one that pulls away the darkness of the light.
Back and forth, to and fro,
Wondar in and out of innocence as they grow.
As the children down bellow let out there screams,
There mental rationality seems to split its seam’s.
And as The children’s voice die away,
Drowning their innocence in society’s decay
Having hope in faiths deception
Claming it to be love itself or is it oppression
Every little ripple seems to affect the deep,
Down where the herder tends to the impressionable sheep.
But listen to mother’s word, Heed to her cry,
If you don’t, remember
She brought you in, she can say goodbye