Mother III

There's no shock like expectations shattered Not when you have nursed them from the womb It's like standing at somebody's funeral But when you blink your eyes, You're in the tomb Death forgets the meaning of tomorrow Agony sets fire to today But when it's turned to ashes all around you, There's nothing left standing in your way So write like it'll fix it Sing like it'll help The pain so sharp will carve the dark With edges forged in hell Make music to move on Scream stories to survive Creation makes you Mother It's why you're still alive Creation makes you Mother So let the dead things lie As a child, they tell you What you'll be when you grow up Then all grown up We unlearn what they said But not before the holy war Of cutting doubt out of our cores A parasite made fat and cruel By years and years of dread Without that extra weight You can't remember how to walk So you stay in bed, too scared to move But you are not their hopes my dear, Nor the product of your fears — No you are God Herself, There's nothing wrong with you So write, cuz it will teach you To sing is the first step You did it once, learned light from dark It's time to rise again Make music to move on Scream stories to survive Creation makes you Mother It's why you're still alive Creation makes you Mother So let the dead things lie Mother isn't birth, Mother's creation, Mother's light Mother means you get up every morning And you fight Mother means you wrote a song And sing it to the skies Mother means you no longer Say sorry when you cry Mother is unbridled joy, It's mourning and it's rage Mother's when your gut tells you It's time to turn the page Mother whispers "Get home safe" Before you make the drive Mother is for all of the girls Who sacrificed their lives Mother is a steady hand, A deep breath in the mirror Mother's when at 3am things feel a little clearer Mother's making time When someone tells you that there's none Mother is pure magic, Life incarnate, it's the sun Mother is the backbone, With less credit than is due Mother's building empires Out of ashes, death, and ruin Mother is the closest thing We get to what's above Most of all Mother's The most ferocious form of love So write, cuz it will fix it Sing, cuz it will heal Aching hearts endure the dark And come out made of steel Make music and move on And let your stories fly Creation makes you Mother It's why you're still alive Creation makes you mother You are your own damn "why" Creation makes you Mother So let the new you try