MOTHER OF ONE
I know the sea-fight, and the pounding of my will
How it thunders cross my ribs
Babies and lambs, they sleep like I wish, no fortitude nor thrill
I skirt through the angry, the rebels and loud
Marching and marching, their voices hail down
Their voices, like rumbles, on my mud coated skin
Chanting and chanting, as I suffer their sin
Chanting and chanting, as my child grows thin
Cover my ears, cover my eyes, cover my heart from this boisterous wind
Cover this child as I seek its new path
Through the strikers, resisters, through the bandwagon wrath
I carry what matters beyond the bloodbath
I wound by the bite, I weather the fight
I'll raise this child blind
As nobody's wife
Chant all you want, scream in my ear
It's all just a fog waiting to clear
It's all just a fog, cold like the wind
I shelter this child, I fend it within
I'll shelter this child, again and again
So it can grow old, so it can grow tall with a less riled skin
So it can be calm
And its life can begin