A Mother's Fire
Kicking Her heart, down the Street-
Walking in time,
Keeping the Beat.
Screaming the Rhymers, Rhyme.
Her Soul's on Fire-
Her Beauty a Flame.
With the Head of a Liar,
He kills as He Mames.
Stuffing her Pain-
With nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
Her life a joke, it's all a ruse.
Her love under lock-
Her need is the Key,
She watches the Clock,
Knowing the Babies will see.
A Mother needs her Children-
Her children long for their Mother.
Damn the devil's Cauldron,
Her love is like no other.
A Mother's Sword-
A sharpened Blade.
Her Sheild cast by the Lord,
A Soldier is made.
Licking Her wounds-
She Fights the Fight,
With Children in Arms,
By the Mornings Light.
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