Cry Mama, Cry

Cry Mama! Cry! Let your tears clense this barren land. Let them wash the depravity envaded Taste the honey and see  the blood full of  sorrow. Painting there, a masterpiece of an apocalypse 'Clink, clank' went the sound and the orchestra pitch was the screaming of their  slaughtered daughters. A symphony orchestrated by greed They, all the spectators, listen to their amusement Like a carousel, there was no ending to this music Love was a scar bore by many soldiers as a tale of their foolish days A journey imposed by the old world Please Mama, your tears are needed Cry, clear away the segmented  pathways and free your children Let your river flow, Cry for us salvation Raise up your faces please and see this beauty, the hope of hoping, the faith of healing, A new paradise luscious in its virtue And now,         Now mama, the only symphony is the chorus of  the hummingbirds, the pitch of the gurgling streams,        Amen Tears of hope, a new beginning, the tender shoots of possibility. Now i see morning from noon, clear skies once more and to this I greet you with many tender kisses... Good morning