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In the hand of a mother,

I sought out to keep

All the last hopes and my rebirth

I saw redemption in her name,

in a wailing I found a straight way...

We got this far,

with steps and mistakes

wasting life arisen

from ocean foam

We stand on a heart,

that pulses despite the weight,

that keeps us in balance,

despite what's broken

In the hand of a mother,

I sought out to keep

all the last hopes and my rebirth

I saw redemption in her name,

in a wailing I found a straight way...

In the hand of a mother,

I sought out to keep

all the last hopes and my rebirth

I saw redemption in her name,

in a wailing I found a straight way,

for a new heart

Alone I sit,

on the marching time,

listening to that beat

that passes its heritage,

we stand on a heart,

that suffers all injuries,

for every screaming word

and suffers the unspoken

In the hand of a mother,

I sought out to keep

all the last hopes and my rebirth.

I saw redemption in her name,

in a wailing I found a straight way...

In the hand of a mother,

I sought out to keep

all the last hopes and my rebirth.

I saw redemption in her name,

in a wailing I found a straight way,

for a new heart