Mama - The Collection

Mama, I know you cannot let go

The weight that I have placed upon your scales

Is more than they were meant to hold

But steady is the hand that leads me home

I’ve never known its plan, but I’m still grasping

To the other end of its rope

Like you

Lately you just speak in words that broke

Eventually the shards will break apart

Until they start in to make you choke

All of us were once baptized in hope

Holy water that you gathered from the father

Until it started coming out your throat

And you felt it like a bad dream

But I watched it like a movie screen

Different eyes can see the same thing and not realize what it means

Oh, Lord, where did I go wrong?

A cut cord?

A kettle left too long?

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Perfume words from alabaster songs

And tales of hurt described by fiery tongues

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Why don’t you come back like when I was young?

Mama, I know you cannot let go

Though we have both been rowing toward the ocean

It seems our motions split some time ago

Shaky are the hands with which we row

The way the rapids turn the land to sand

Feels like a steady plan to take us home

You felt it like an ending

But I watched it like a new scene

Different ears can hear the same thing and not agree on what it means

Oh, Lord, where did I go wrong?

A cut cord?

A kettle left too long?

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone

Perfume words from alabaster songs

And tales of hurt described by fiery tongues

But you won’t answer any prayers when I’m alone