Deprived

listen to the dialog between my mother and I on her deathbed.

As the hour draws near
The time has come to live through fear
There are riddles left to solve
A new axis around which to revolve
Take nothing along to the other side
A wounded soul, falls victim to foolish pride

Is this forevers end
A fraction of our time well spent
As wills undulate through the sea so alive
I see you gliding to the hole in the sky
Carrying with you the love you can't deny

So many of us have felt the pain
Of this wounded heart you've sustained
Through your eyes we've seen this life
Without question, so full of strife

The decent are weary of our kind
As our own blood have cast us aside
By our hand or that of their own
Whatever it was, has surely grown

The children have suffered for far too long
This blood feud amongst us is is so very wrong
Those who have tried to mend this wound
Have spent their time here,and rest in their tombs

Mother is the word for god on the lips and hearts of the children
Without a doubt truer words can't be spoken
Though we will never have seen eye to eye
We both can agree we've lived life deprived