Isn't it only the will of mothers
That brings life into this world
Here she says have your life
But as usually happens
Someone else steals it away
All of us kidnapped children
She lays down the first mysteries
Of feeling and speaking and then
Comes back for us in the end
Who has not cried out for her
Embattled seeing her approach
Death was never your father love
She was just putting you to bed
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