MothersWork

Mother’s Work

The heart is not a place

To touch or see

I can massage it easily

But I can't cure it

Mother's work is never done

Never satisfied

I'm not the only one

But I endure it

I turn to Mother Nature now

She releases me

I empty out empty out

And renew in my spirit

I’ll dance beneath the silver moon

(Somersault into the sea)

Pull you close to me

(Sing my song high up a tree)

Lay me down and tenderly

Drink from your waters

The heart is not a place

To touch or see

Its rhythm rules inside of me

But you can tame it

Mother’s work is never done

She plants her seeds

And one by one one bye one

She works her magic

Oh Mother’s work is never done

Tend to your needs in side

What dreams may come

To pass when we all dream it