And the children are the keepers of our dreams
They listen to their parent's schemes
through subleties
through pieces of conversations
and then the children weave these goals
into the fabric of their lives
And the younger the children are
the purer their souls
And I never saw my son open his eyes
And I never saw him cry
but I know he is a twinkle in the sky
Always thought I was the bravest person I ever knew
Until I took my guitar and played a lullabye
And I thought about
when my little Mercy was born
and he was still in my arms
and thought nothing in my life could be worse than this
because just days before I saw his heart beating
my little boy
who I had so many dreams for
because at the time I was a woman who wanted to be a mother
so every once in a while
when I'm alone
I remind myself that I have an unshakable faith
in the grand scheme of things
Even though I don't understand it
And I hope and I pray
on the day that I die
I'll get that big explanation
Mercy in my arms
eyes open
I guess it is a selfish thing for a mother to want
After all everyone wants to know why
everything is the way it is