See you child alone Walking on your own Hear you say your sins Do you know where you've been I'd like to take you child Walking through the wild You'll see when we are done You're not the only one Who needs to say his sins Child where should I begin You know you're not your own You know you're not alone
See your mother cry When you ask her why "Better not knowing When you are going to die" You should of asked her why
See the one you love Hide what their thinking of But the eyes tell it's true The rest is up to you
You should of asked her why Now your love will die And since she's been dead She fills your swimming head The one who cares for me Waits through eternity I know what I'm to do The rest is up tp you
See the wistful wind Whispering from the end Of eternity She's calling out to me Heed her siren's song "Come and walk along"
author's note: There is a rampant theme in some of my poems about my mother dying and then she did.
[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 06-24-99).]