Through my years of suicide your love kept me alive
I know you did'nt approve at all
when it came to the drugs and alcohol
you were the only one there for me
when i needed a reality yeah call call call
Pain has always been my only friend
Compliments of the women who addicted me to them
All the way down
down through the mazes of emerald sticks
that is what i do
to let you know that i love you so
all the way across
across the portraits of water bricks
that is what i do
cause i'll always be there for you
all the way down
down through the steeples of burning wicks
that is what i'd do
cause these rhymes are long over do
ozzy blasting from my solitude
at times it may have been a little rude
but you never said a word you never did complain
you must of thought i was going insane
but't don't worry mom it's just how i deal with the pain
think i finally figured out god's plans for me
he told me I have lots of potential
just need some electric utencils
and if iam wrong again
I still dedicate this song to you written by a bond
Writt by carlbond
this poem touch me very much i feel all mothers have that grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said, Carl. Poetry is a good way to express your feelings sometimes.