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THE MIND OF A MOTHER
I conceived you in my mind.
I carried you around in the depth of my heart.
sitting under the tree of life,
I heard your song,my unborn child.I sang
it while I waited. I sang it while I waited.
I told your father of the song-
our child will sing.
He danced in morning glory,
he dance in morning glory.
I danced with your father
and he place you in my womb,
he placed you in my womb-
As we sang the tune;
We knew you'd be here soon.
I nurtured in my womb
-I nurtured in my womb.
And on the day that you came-
We were all familiar with your song
the day you arrived,
We all knew your song and sang,
your lovely song and sang.. you are alive.
We rejoiced in your song.
You grew up to be strong,
and when you did wrong,
we'd correct you with your song.
We'd caressed -with your song.
All the days of your life;
You shined our eyes with Joy.
When you returned
to where children come from;
Your life had been long.
The words to your song...lingered on.
We are now all gone;
But your song still remains.
From birth -
Your song still remains...
with those left on earth.