In the place we spent our youthful years
We were being neglected, even rejected
Caught between our most profound fears
Held confined in resentment, withdrawn from contentment

Mother help me, don't avert your eyes;
Save me from this horrid sewage of lies

For the lack of our paternal guide;
The son who deflected pain introverted
Mothers, blinded, they were forced to abide
Their creations of madness renewing the sadness

Generations (of) re-enacting their ways
Mothers cry ashamed of what they have made

The cast of the play ranges, but the script never changes
We stand alone in our bloodlines with no one to trust - let alone confine

(We have waited our sons to become) You were waiting your sons to become
(We have saved our words to no one) You were saving our words to none
(Hoping to never turn just like one of them) Swearing to never become his kind
(The Fathers who never have inherited true men) The one who gave us life and left us blind

I curse you by this rhyme
In this hell I'm still blind

I curse you by this rhyme
In this hell I'm still blind
But I will find my own time
Through my line, beyond that gate

Mother, I am sure that you never intended to do me any harm
Mother, I'll cure with the help of love you gave within your arms

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