The gavel knocks on the front door
Guilty rings the rap of wood on wood
My dreams drop dead to the tiled floor
Satan smiles, obviously he would
Guilty rings the rap of wood on wood
Desperate to hold my mother near
Satan smiles - of course the bastard would
As I sit drenched in my mother’s tears
Impossible to hold my mother near
Razor wire fences keep her at bay
There is no life in my mother’s tears
Only fake smiles and empty words to say
Swamps and concrete keep my mother away
Daily wondering how long she will last
There are no smiles or words today
I decide not to put on my mask
Who knows how long she will last?
I ask the magpies and the wind
They don’t mind me without my mask
They don’t judge me again and again
I ask the magpies and the wind
Will I one day hold my mother free?
They stare and squawk what’s on their mind
Yes, but we have no idea when that will be
Will I one day hold my mother free?
My dreams rise up off the floor
Yes, but will I still be me?
When the guard unlocks the heavy door