Mother III

There's no shot like expectations shattered
Not when you have nursed them from the womb
It's like standing at somebody's funeral
When you blink your eyes you're in the tomb

Death forgets the meaning of tomorrow
Agony sets fire to today
When it's turned to ashes all around you
There's nothing left standing in your way

So write like it'll fix it, sing like it'll help
The pain so sharp will carve the dark
With edges forged in hell

Make music to move on
Scream stories to survive
Creation makes you mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you mother
So let the dead things lie

As a child they tell you what you'll be when you grow up
Then all grown up we unlearn what they said
But not before the holy war
Of cutting doubt out of your core
A parasite made fat and cruel
By years and years of dread

Without that extra weight you can't remember how to walk
So you stay in bed to scared to move
But you are not their hopes, my dear
Nor the product of your fears
No, you are God herself there's nothing wrong with you

So write cause it'll teach you to sing is the first step
You did it once, learned light from dark
It's time to rise again

Make music to move on
Scream stories to survive
Creation makes you mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you mother
So let the dead things lie

Mother isn't birth, Mother's creation, Mother's life
Mother means you get up every morning and you fight
Mother means you wrote a song and sing it to the skies
Mother means you no longer say sorry when you cry
(There you go)

Mother is unbridled joy it's morning and it's rage
Mother's when your gut tells you it's time to turn the page
Mother whispers get home safe before you make the drive
Mother is for all the girls who sacrificed their lives

Mother is a steady hand, a deep breath in the mirror
Mother's when at 3 AM things feel a little clearer
Mother's making time when someone tells you that there's none
Mother is pure magic, life incarnate, it's the sun

Mother is the backbone with less credit then is due
Mother's making empires out of ashes death and ruin
Mother is the closest thing we get to what's above
But most of all, Mother's the most ferocious form of love

So write cause it'll fix it, sing cause it will heal
Aching hearts endure the dark
And come out made of steel

Make music to move in
And let your stories fly
Creation makes you mother
It's why you're still alive
Creation makes you mother
You are your own damn why
Creation makes you mother
So let the new you try