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*~ My Mother ~* June 14th, 2004
In the courtroom of fantasy the lawyers spit
And you throw your fit
I can see that you are not happy today
I know that you didnt get your way
How do you feel
Knowing that it was all real
Did you really think that you could win
Do you honestly think that you can raise children
Years down the supple road
Your children have grown
Into wonderful young adults
Where only you own their faults
In the courtroom of fantasy the lawyers spit
And you throw your fit
In the courtroom of reality
Do you love your kids honestly?
