Mother

A song-less evening and I can't sleep
Tried endless ways of counting sheep
Time passed slowly
Words are standing still
On my living will
The soft recall of your loving arms
The washed-out blanket on my scars
Childhood dreaming was a different game
But who's to blame?
Uh
Is this the end?
Mother tell me am I wrong?
Sing to me my favourite song
I'd give my all to
Be your child once more
What's worth living for?
Time passed ever so fast
Memories of gold have grown old
Uh
Is this the end?



Credits
Writer(s): Robert William Lamm
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