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A gaze of thoughts that cross my mind; a gaze of problems past
A gaze of shattered memories, a past horizon with an overcast
So many things that should have been, so many ways the law was made to bend
So many unnecessary childhood memories that have a bitter end

But all in all there is Justice for all, and not a thing that those can do
Because what hurts the criminals the most, is that all of it is true
And all their rage, threats, blackmail, and crimes have been made into a story
And in the end the truth comes out, in all its Justice and It's Glory

For one main thing you neglected, was that a mother of a hurt child will fight
And it all could have been avoided, if you wouldn't have chose wrong over right
And mother's love will search to find the truth, and many make a crowd
And one mother's cry may be hard to hear, but alot of voices are very loud

The law clearly states that whether healthy or not a student has a right to an education
But those who wanted to do things their way put the law on a boat for vacation
But when you chose to sink one of your boats, the lifejacket got thrown for the mother you were sinking
Now many will know the truth to be told, as like a chain we just keep on linking

And when school was over, in a distorted way, you thought it would all come to an end
But mothers keep pushing forward to make a straight line out of what has turned into a very winding bend
The straight line draws a deep line in the sand and goes without a flaw
You will either walk on the honest side, or will be exposed for breaking the law

And although we mothers join our strengths together, helping those who have been left with a cloud
It still doesn't help the one mother, whose weeping heart has cried out all the sound
So mothers join their hands together, as we join together all of our forces
And let the heavens scream the names of those who hell's love endorses

When all comes down to the line in the sand, we mothers stand together hand in hand
And when you choose to break through the line, we will watch as on your butt you will land
For us mothers are playing a game of cards, as the player we with the best hand will grin
we know that with all that's in our hand, you have no spittin chance to win