Mother / Ksawme99

Mother,

You knew my wounds,
Before I said it.
Through the storms of hate, sickness,
All Evil
You were walking by.
Even erstwhile I looked away.

You lifted me from the ashes,
You silenced the scream in my soul,
You have shown that failure
It's not the end of the road.

Today, on your holiday,
I bring you a heart
not perfect,
But believing,
that in your hands
It'll be all right again.

And erstwhile I was a wrecked boat,
You made me a sail,
Who's catching again
The wind of hope.