Mama (Tender Bones)

Mama, I can't hear you.
Nothing penetrates these lead-based walls
Stained white with time
And passing falls.
No, Mama, I can't hear you anymore.
See, Father left your tender bones
To sing so low,
Thread silver moans.
Oh, Father.
Can't you take me far away?
The price we pay,
The tears that fall,
My vivid dreams tell none-
Tell all.
Now Mama cries
For her,
For one;
For tender bones
In August sun.

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