Mother stands for comfort. Mother will hide the murderer. Mother hides the madman. Mother will stay mum.

Am I the cat that takes the bird? To her the hunted, not the hunter.

I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up crying. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me.

She knows that I've been doing something wrong, But she won't say anything.

I am a raging alcoholic, but I don't want my kids to do the same.

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Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling w…