Suede
Junior Member
since 08-25-2003
Posts 39
Drifting on the soul
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0 posted 02-20-2005 10:35 AM
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I see the abandoned child Cradled by foster parents whose eyes he does not share Who retreat from his stare with little care or thought As i watch from the sky as a star, heading him north Feel my empty womb And acknowledge a solemn tear stroll south to the floor A Mothers needs, the worlds greeds As i sleep beneath the rain and hold close my pain Clasped and kissed the seas to stop my son from drowning But sometimes when slumbered beside the moon And dreams met reality I wished the surface had been broken Lost a Mothers love as i read through prayers And scorned at man's selfishness Who was there to help me? The world took my son from me! So, i ripped at the seams of Pilate til he mirrored the Devil And used him as a puppet to show my son that a mothers love is always right Sat beyond the clouds for a few nights, Til morning came And mourning came Removed the cross from a baby's hand, and sheltered him, maybe from myself? I couldnt belive what i had done, to my own child! Left him to rest But blew life back to him when i parted ways with my selfishness And became God again The Mother of Christ
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