Mothers Day

Autumn leaves fall The temperature stalls The beauty The beauty Winter arrives No more alive The beauty The beauty Blossoms soon bloom No more gloom The beauty The beauty 100 degrees No longer a breeze The beauty The beauty Fall soon encloses We have no Moses The agony The agony This is a endless cycle A one that doesn't stifle Oh the tyranny Oh the tyranny Our mother doesn't let loose Even if she suffers abuse We treat her like a mule Even when our carry capacity is almost full Yet we hear no cry Or "You are all gonna die" Just a beautiful earth on the outside With the evil happening on the inside