If I could give my mom the world
Or anything she wanted
I'd give her my own heart and soul
And leave my own heart haunted.
I'd take upon myself her life
With all its strife and pain
And let her ease into some space
Where she could live again.
The pain for me would not be pain
At least not for a while
For I'd be doing it for her
And I would see her smile.
I wish that I could take her heart
And cleanse it with my tears
And make her sorrow go away
And answer all her fears.
I wish, I wish, but then I can't
As I watch helplessly
And take her in my arms and say
I wish that it were me.
But loving is a hard, hard way
With all the pain it brings
And yet there is no other way
To touch the heart of things.
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