My mother I love her
she is beautiful, even glowing
but her soul is pleading for release
her charades hurt
I must understand
she needs her space
My mother has a mental block
she can't see me,
can't hear me
oh my dear mother is aching
She has brought herself to think
she needs the "love" of a man
her depression is temporarily gone
as one man turned into many men
Now I carry the burden
four times I've died
still sexcapades go on
I must understand
this will save her life
so I am willing to give up mine
