MOTHERA MOTHER DIES A THOUSAND TIMES
UNTIL THE CHURCH BELL’S FINAL CHIMES
THE AGE TWIXT SLAP AND CHILDS FIRST CRY
FROM THAT MOMENT – EYES NEVER DRY
DANGERS WHEN HER BABE FIRST WALKS
ANXIOUS TIMES TILL THE CHILD TALKS
THE CUTS AND BRUISES WHEN OUT TO PLAY
FEAR AND DREAD NEVER FAR AWAY
THEN OFF TO SCHOOL, WHAT LIES IN STORE
HER CHILD SO SMALL, THE WORLD SO RAW
WILL THEY BE LIKED, HAVE THEY PROGRESSED
LOTS OF FRIENDS MEANS MUM’S LESS STRESSED
THE TEENAGE YEARS, SEEING LOVES FIRST SIGH
WHEN NOT RETURNED THE ANGUISHED CRY
ENFOLDING YOU TO HER BOSOM AGAIN
SHE SOBS INSIDE, BUT HEALS YOUR PAIN
AND WHEN HER CHILD GOES OFF TO WED
AND TAKES ANOTHER TO THEIR BED
THINK THE WORRY WOULD STOP RIGHT THEN
DON’T BE SILLY, THINK AGAIN
WITH EACH GRANDCHILD THE FEARS RETURN
WILL THEY PROSPER, WILL THEY LEARN
ARE THEY HAPPY, ARE THEY WELL
DESPITE HER FEARS ONLY TIME WILL TELL
AND THEN ONE DAY SHE ENJOYS REAL PEACE
SHES DONE HER STINT, NOW SWEET RELEASE
IF SHE COULD SHE’D DO IT ALL AGAIN
WITH HER DEEP LOVE SHE’D EMBRACE THE PAIN
OUR MOTHERS DIE A THOUSAND TIMES
UNTIL THAT FINAL CHURCH BELL CHIMES