This, Now, Here

the sorrow in my mother’s soul

still doesn’t let me go

I’m watching it paint my whole life

it’s the water of our childhood that guides

and carries us through this all

this, now, here

is all we are

hungry and full of everything

living dreams I never had

but this, now, here is all we are

the sorrow in my mother’s soul

still doesn’t let me know

when sometimes shadows

paint themselves before my eyes

that this, now, here is all we are

why is there so much sadness

in faces that once carried light

but this, now, here is all we are

soft ground leaves your head to rest

when void fills with emptiness

and nothing here feels soft again

but this, now, here is all we are

the sorrow in my mother’s soul

still doesn’t let me go

but

this, now, here is all we are