He Proved God True

When it rains too hard, you feel too low.

Your sac is too heavy, you can barely keep it up.

The world goes in and then it goes back out.

People come, and then they go for sure.

The air becomes too tight, you can barely breathe.

You settle a boat and then it goes wrong.

You sing a song and then start sounding shaky.

The Bible taught me that

While there are so many creations of God

That make you breathe harder and deeper

There are also creations from God

That make everything much smoother.

I asked God

God why do all that I am living for

Make me ache all the more.

God simply answered

Wait, my dear, you will see the Bible through.

And then God elaborated.

Shall it rain too hard, he will offer you an umbrella.

Shall your sac be too heavy, he will keep it up for you.

Shall the world go in and out, he will stay in for good.

Shall people come and go, he will attach himself to you.

Shall the air become too tight, he will blow more air for your breath.

Shall you settle a boat and it breaks, he will fix for it to float.

Shall you sing a song and sound weird,

He will know the notes that you can work on.

I was simply living my life

And one day, somewhere in between

I found a person who proved God true.

Mother, Mother

Mother, mother

I am in this world and you see me.

Mother, mother

I wonder when my heart beats

Does the world care about it.

Mother, mother

I have tried making friends, making lovers,

Making out, making for my living.

All I got back from my makings

Was that nothing was as warm as you.

Mother, mother

I cry to you tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – gave you

Was nothing but complaints,

Nothing but sorrows.

Mother, mother

I cry to myself tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – tried

Was nothing but going against your words,

Nothing but crying out for the wrong loves.

Mother, mother

I have finally seen

The bitter that you never let me taste.

All you ever wanted me to know

Was what was sweet, what was best.

All I ever tried to give you

Was what was hurtful, what was worriful.

One thing I made for you, the sac,

Could never pay back for your creations

I know, I know.

Nevertheless, you would still give me

My life, my well being, my wealth, my senses.

Mother, mother

I would like to give you a hug

If it is not too belated to do so.

Mother, mother

I would like to take the sac back

Because I know it’s been all too onerous for you.