In the eyes of a child mother is all
But without the mother, the child would fall.
So who shall be there to catch him first
To feed his hunger or quench his thirst?
Or take him to church so he can pray
In hopes of getting to heaven one day!
Only to hear on the softest wisp
That his dear old god is but a myth!
A myth that crushed his hopes and dreams
By a father who yells, curses and screams!
His only retreat is the page of a book
That holds the dreams his father never took!
Until the father forced his way in
And opened the book to peer within!
And find that the child had been mentally hit
By the very father he thought was shit!
And as the father read this unholy score
He went to the child and burned him more!
And the child broke and wanted to scream
As his father took his one last dream!
To be with the mother which whom he loves
Who's spirit is carried on the wings of a dove!
But the child is strong and will break free
From his fathers grip and tyrrany!
And find his mother and be rid of him
And be at peace, away from sin!
Mother is God in the eyes of a child
However a myth, she's still worth while!
