When lightning bolts do fall on me day upon day
in the darkness does night after night explode around me
then your sheltering do stay my comfort, Mother,
and it's the cares of years that you do carry.
I still want to tell you mother
of how deep my love for you do go
but do find it difficult to find the right words
to say the right things
and now that old age is claiming its toll
while the years with affliction and pain does come
I can still only praise you, mother,
and I know a life in which your love does exist
and thank you is poor for what you are to me
for the thing that true love is, the deep silent meaning.
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