Arms of Love
Arms Of Love
Who was this woman we called mother
Who we look at like no other
Who was suppose to keep us safe and
never, never, hurt us
Did she not see our pain that day
Did she not hear our cries
What did she have to gain
by taking away our lives
When she closes her eyes at night
Does she see our faces
Does she look at us in fright
and wish she could trade places
We are safe now
Wrapped up in arms of love
and we will never have to be afraid
of someone that we love
Copyright © Kristi Weatherman | Year Posted 2009
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