The Pain In My Mother's Eyes

Drops are flowing in streaks of blood Mother's face is stained in red Like a canvas harshly painted Her stomach looks weary Her breasts lay weak, Like she's gone through a marathon to be with me Mother says "Time is of essence" The time that death robbed from her One which father with her had once promised a lifetime. She silently whispers her lies. Filling my cup with deceit painted white. Praying I get a life I deserve, she dies With sullen eyes that beg for life And lips that know no smile That I live better than her, she cries. So on my knees I plead That an exchange be made A life lost for a life gained, I pray Maybe if i didn't exist On my mother's feet, joy will persist And God will kindly wipe away, The pain in my mother's eyes.