Mother Theatre
Behind this curtain I know not the capacity
Yet my character’s heart sits among the
How sweet the beauty beneath the voice warming the seat
Her work flavored tear provides circulation to the feet
Did you see your child take a breath of light?
There was certainly no fallen barricade this night
As long as I live your word will beat within
Not just the cursing of bad performers, but anti-sin
You can’t imagine what your touch has done
Well there once was a man stuck in the sun
I think we’ll leave the rest in Pandora’s Box
For the transition alone could stop the clocks
Chapters of life revealed in one squeeze of your hand
For at least one moment I could flip the sand
One day you’ll sit back and I’ll sweep the stage
No whispers in my wings, no worries of rage
When we trade stares I try to capture that confidence
Oh how it feels to drop negativity to southern independence
I thank you for balancing my scale over the years
Even when my curtain closes, a halo steers
There was no Prometheus granting my flame
Don’t know why but life sure is a moody game
My rose gifted me with a scent before her dismissal
Many flowers are crowned pretty, but beauty gets the whistle
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