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Why are you crying mother?

I’m not crying, I never did

Your father always said, “It’s going to be ok honey.”

Dishonest father, dishonest son

He always tried to understand

The suffering he caused, he never volunteered

“Who said you have to love your child?”

The motherly bond keeps them closer

But won’t create love

The hate is her most honest feeling to her child

The fear and the innocence are his only protection

Their lives are tied with a blood bond

They’re the shackled ends, never wanted

Holding a strange

Mom is a strange

Stranger’s hands

Makes me afraid

Holding a strange one

Mom is a strange!

Stranger’s hands

Choke my breath away