Mama-age

It's not that the light is dim,
only that it flickers.
And there are moments when she's artificial
Repeating familiar language that's only ritual

But she's gotten better
She really has
She's gotten better
And it's not as bad as it could be
Not as bad as it has been

I love her most when she doesn't hide it
When she lets those pesky thoughts come out to play
She likes to be alone
And she goes somewhere inside secretly

But she's gotten better
She really has
She's gotten better
And its not as bad as it could be
Not as bad as it has been

And I wouldn't be suprised
No, I wouldn't be suprised if her dreams were much better than mine.