Rushing blood over the wire
Whipped my childhood tear
The warmth of her kind whisper
Pulled me out the dark, by ear
She says hi my son
I see your severed face
Said my mom I’ll be ok,
You take care of yourself
Could‘ve I ever endured what she’s been through?
Pink cherry blossoms, greens, and leering jail crew
Nightly rapes of mornings’ thoughts,
Nazri to bribe, the gods of the Tsars
The soaked praying rug
Laying down on the moaning sun
It was her prison cell
God had her to be chained on
A following shadow of a jailed husband
To parents-teacher conference
The shame of the loneliness
Scratching her young face
How could have I ever endured, if I was you
While the corner voyeurs were sneering you
I screamed if it wasn’t for your love of that soil
I’d sold my soul, had chased them all, down in their holes
This mama, is what I can do for you
I could’ve never endured what you’ve been through…
