A Wee Lass From Blantyre
there was a wee lass from blantyre
who i could sit and admire
her life is such a mess
so treat her with all your best
her eyes look so great
i hope i could open the gate
to her heart it maybe so
and show her love like i dont know
her head is here and there
her lass treats her bad and she dont care
all the angel wants to do
is get to her heart to show a mothers love is true,
as the nights grow long
a little angel sings a song
in her head the words come out
and her heart dances and bounces about
one of these days she may see
a true love that could be
treats her good and treats her fare
just like a soft wind blowing through her hair,
she wants to write from words in the air
with pause and thought to start where
mind blowing and on a trip
the words will come out in little sips
so the wee lass from blantyre you see
is as fantastic as an angel so near to me
writing words that start pouring out
boiling heart thats been so hurt
and never carries any luck
when the pen goes to paper
and thinking of what she can do later
all the muddle in her head
she takes this hurt she has to bed
wake up to a brand new day
with lots of thoughts to what she will say
trying to explain where things are wrong
as these thoughts hurt her all day long
but as the time is drawing in
and the oldest daughter is like the brothers grim
so much anger her daughter has
all the mother wants is to hold her hand
so if you pass an angel in the street
stop and say her thoughts are deep
some day it will come along
her daughter will see the way a mothers love was meant to be,,,,,
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