Let mothers pray

I like to cry myself to sleep

in the early morning hours

I like the sound of steel

pressing on empty flowers

I wish for better days

as I wipe away my tears

I follow the river as it bends

towards the sound that I hear

I dreamt of darkness as he came

close to my mother's door

I've watched him through the falling rain

I breathe the air like I did before

I open my father's window

and look through him with despair

a failing rainbow failed to catch me

to the riverbank I swore

not now, not through his broken window

will I proclaim where I belong

I wished my breath would die to meet me

as it did sometime before

and yet my mind won't start to swindle

I pray to a God who knows my name

mother, father, don't forgive me

The world would never be the same