Mother

[Verse 1] The skies have darkened And the seas have dried Your honest ways have turned to lies Your hands of promise Turned to hands of pain You take for granted the life our God creates The life our God creates [Verse 2] The frost and flowers Mother gave to you The muffled whispers bleeding true And it doesn't matter how What kind of eyes you're looking through Do you see our Mother's dying? Here's a picture for you I wanna paint this picture for you! [Solo 1] [Verse 3] With every black choke of her breath And every inch closer to death Her hands are held out for you [Solo 2] [Pre-Chorus] You said the reasons Are in the cities that we've all made And the wars that we raged [Chorus] On poor Mother Poor Mother Poor Mother [Pre-Chorus] Now that she's leaving And she's thrown off all that she gave We dig the grave [Chorus] Of poor, poor Mother! [Outro] The grass ain't growing In my front yard, no Poor Mother Poor Mother Poor Mother