Mother

Mother, I heard somebody say
that love can move a fucking mountain;
So why are you still sitting around for?
You shut my mouth, you beat me up,
so tell me now what are you hands
used for? calling maybe sometimes
for work maybe your escape,
your search for paradise;
But tell me mother where
is the mountain, where is the heart?
Words cannot be blamed for your
thoughtless mind, neither can I
stand here and wait for more
boxing to come, because time
changes it all and my love
moved a mountain a etrenity
of life away from you.
So tell me mother do you still
want me to visit your grave
and cry?