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Mama maybe I did goof things up coz I was set in my ways
Maybe I failed to train you in fire fighting, rather I set my soul ablaze.
I'm done burning bridges with other folk, it's to you I do belong.
Maybe you're spent trying to put out the fires in your life, I've tarried overlong
Trying to put back the glide in my stride. But now I'm strong within.
Bless me dearest love, keep me from bowing to the world in chagrin,
Or hate or anger, rather submit to the divinity of the moment.
A mother, sweetest mother of mine, who for many years I did torment,
Now let me tell the tale of my Mother pristine pure,
Who only wanted love but was put to rout on life's threshing floor.
How we both survived our birth pangs as we came to life again,
As up and down we go on this merry go round of life, our pilot never dim.
To live and love ecstatic as I donate my life's energy to you,
You see we may know the story of Sakuni of his brothers' love so true.
Mark my words your son's a man though the Devil takes him still,
You see his anger is at the world, full of it's rotten meat and swill.
Replace it with a heart so warm and true we did for all who beg to see,
The truth naked and fearless in the elements as true celebrants can be,
The mark remains but the hand does heal, not with butyrate and dope,
Rather the Messiah's touch, the Last bastion of Human and Divine hope.