I tried to write a song about the plight of a single mother I know.
I may have failed in this endeavour.
The song turned out rather bleek, or one-sided.
But this is a song, not a student thesis.
in real life, there are, of course, other tones, these tones escaped this written verse.
Maybe, as the song develops, during production, I'll catch them, maybe not.
You Gave Them Life
you gave them life
they take your life
and it's a crying shame
from passing need to
elbows deep you
have no one else to blame
from day to day you have to pay
more than you can afford
as hammers fall, they'll take it all
then bleed you out for more
your sacrifice, you gave them life
far beyond reach,
free when asleep
if only for a while
the screaming dancer,
wants an answer
he's just his mother's child
she's gath'ring now, a heavy cloud
almost ready to pour
feigned resistance t' mountains o' distance
out for the count I'm sure
you pay the price, you gave them life
you gave them life, they take your life
you've been busy
spinning dizzy
your pleasures left a stain
the circle closes
thorns and roses
there's no joy without pain
childhood dreams now loose at the seams
you'll squeeze into that coat
gloves with patches, your house built of matches
sure to go up in smoke
they take your life, you gave them life
you gave them life, they take your life
you gave them life, they take your life
you gave them life
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Rightly