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
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