

MotherI'll love you tomrow and I'll even love you todayMother
the love I carry for you is no quetion its how much can get passed the pain such a pure thing going through filters of rough scars by the time it sees light
nothing is left but anger
games of crulety lies and shadows sometimes I don't know who you are a face of pretend skin to hide the bitterness what made you so
like day and night present at the same time love and hate hert and anger arms wide open and holing a gun directed at your heart
I'll sa