I am my mother's daughter with the bags under her eyes
I am my mother's daughter with the lover and lies
I came here with the locusts in the year of the buzz
I lived here with a new heart
With a heaviness from above
Hardened hearts are heavy hearts
However much you try
Mourning on the loss of that
Which built up your life
Carols for the lesson service for the mind
Pray upon me mother I've become a different kind
When sensitive to warning signs
When sensitive to light
The likelier to choose the path
The likelier to fight
Call me mother call me brother
Call me sister call me friend
Call me family--I have forgotten how to love and how to fend

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