the story
James Walters
Father
Oh cold the rage beyond my sorrowed heart
I felt it
The wind blew harder
The clouds blocked the sunshine
From the moon
I can't
Help myself
I hurt, I break
By the end, it's the beginning
Mother
The warm, the brights, beyond my sacred soul
I knew it
Some love broke through
To care
A mother's instinct
I can't
Help myself
I hurt, I break
By the end, it's the beginning