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.