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I saw an old mother grieving

And wondered if she held her pain long

How could one be so sorrowful

And I wondered if she'd ever let go

Far from destitute and complaint

Remember how I walked alive

Endless seasons slipped right

Through my grasp

But everything must surely die

In a solemn moment of silence

As she bowed her head down low

And she prayed for life yet to come

As she guarded all her dead

How I worked hard to keep you happy

How I tried to keep you well

But you never returned my kindness

Now we're all hurting deep inside