than your mother's warm embraces
the way you rested your head in her lap
and your troubles melted away
a solace that you wish you could trap
long before you enter the world's fray
peace of mind often flees from us
growth and life as arduous as advantageous
no matter how fast or far we grow
when we're with our mother the pace will slow
longing for and remembering the days of old
when she was everything love meant
before those hidden things and flaws were told
but why should faults make us view our loved ones different?
if we return to the tranquility of that brief slumber
then our demons will disappear by the number
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