Life is making rounds as parents bring their lifetime evermore.
Soaking in the ground, buried for a lifetime.
And all I want to say is don't go my Mother, my Mother.
Silhouettes grow (they grow) as I'm watching them in nighttime evermore.
As shades take her away for a lifetime.
And all I want to scream is don’t go my Mother, my Mother.
'cause ever she’s so far to stop her, to stop her.
But she has a right, she has a right, she has a right.
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