her touch make the flowers in her mothers garden wilt
she is walking in despair
disconsolate and shattered
mother cries
flowers have turned
misunderstood
daughter can't perceive, can't digest
mother begs for her return
moon big and bright
she's missing that old sunlight
pale, weak, and messy
she sees HIM and waits patiently
He's found her
The Almighty Lord
she could breath once more
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