Mother
Stood tall, separating the army;
Day after day, protecting the valley.
Innocence against guilty, all they see;
For they know nothing of what they seek.
Buried underneath my people,
Feeding us from year to year;
The most delicious taste, I've ever tasted.
Rain and rain, all day until wasted.
Sometimes it is bright, for her mood is happy,
But her heart still broken inside.
The days she is happy, I feel mother is safe;
For she saved us and I returned the favor.
The sun is the warmth I feel inside,
When mother is sleeping with pride;
That all her children were loved greatly,
And buried she was, beneath their safety.
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