Cries of a Mother

I see it in your eyes,
History repeats itself,
I keep on talking,
But you’re not listening.

The cries of a mother,
Go unheard in the night,
A past to haunt you,
Through your very own.

I can tell you over and over,
Of the past I led,
I wanted you to learn,
From my mistakes oh.

The cries of a mother,
Oh daughter see the light,
A past will haunt you,
In the eyes of your own.

(c) Debra J. (Boose) Brown All Rights Reserved


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