Mother

Mother thy land by all means utter to find depth an need hug e're Thy spirit by vast immensely blast run through veins encouragingly fast Yet a cold field remains in thy heart for th' dear yet of a son that hurt That bird in his hand of all others caught most beautiful eyes from e're Withheld miracles for hundreds to sigh then relief after pain lie A mass of hundreds distant reserving a place to lament Followers that of thy peace prevailed for belief to enhance alone thus failed Mountains craved to wail for thy wound to bear there was no doubt hence but thou couldn't wait Your call mother doth doubt my belief for i wail just as thou keep stiff