To My Mother (17-3-2000)
I looked through my pain,
and I saw yours,
and yours was far greater.
Trying to reach me,
you revealed it, and your
pain became mine

I need you to look me in the
face and tell me you're ok.
To tell me to my face
that you're alright.
 The burden of pain through
the years has crushed you.
I see that now.

Something so old, so deep,
so secret, so alone.

Alone you bore this,
alone you cried.

There's nothing I can do
to make it ok.
Nothing I can say to
make it alright.