Mother


No matter where you run child
you will have to face that part of you is her
No matter how high you climb
your chased by the same flawed life
always fighting off your demons at the pass.

No matter where you run child
you will have to look at yourself
she is human
you are human
and though you may not like everything you see
everyday you try to be better than you were
and everyday so did she

No matter where you run child
you will hear her charming voice in your own
the voice that could sell anything to anyone at anytime
even if those things were flaws

No matter where you run child
you will see her style in your own
this mix of a bohemian gala gown owning painted on jeans woman
that can change herself
by a quick wardrobe redo and some curls in her hair

No matter where you run child
you will love her
because she is your mother
and you are part of her.

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