Ask a Mother


Time heals everything
Whoever said didn’t lie
Only they didn’t know
The pain of losing a child

Salute to martyrs
Gone for good
Ask a mother
If she understood

You learn to live
If nature course awakens
How do you forgive
When they are taken

For self country or others
A decision is made
Might be for ones good
For mother it’s a trade

You go heartbroken
Seeing your broken car
Is it a joke
To live with that scar

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