• They told me she'd be okay.
    Momma, she was sick since last May.
    I went to see her today,
    And saw her fade away.

    Father didn't come,
    But I was there.
    Is that man's heart so numb,
    That he didn't care?

    Years past,
    But it was the same.
    Suffer the next day like the last,
    Please unpause this game.

    Father found love,
    A lady named Sue,
    He called her an angel from above,
    Like he did a woman I once knew.

    Twas but thirty days,
    That it came back to today,
    One here in May,
    Where she faded away.

    She left me a note,
    About how she loved my art.
    To serve god she also wrote,
    That was my favorite part.

    Honory thy mother,
    But did God,
    Expect for another?
    Twas a situation quite odd.

    Another year,
    And Sue had a lot to say.
    That I didn't want to hear,
    About how thoughts of Mother must go away.

    Now it's May once more,
    And I decided to ponder,
    Was it worth sinning for,
    To end the sins of the father?

    So Mother's white walls,
    Her long, old halls,
    Have been a canvas for my art,
    A picture of a heart.

    What would she have said,
    If she could see what came from those hearts rotten,
    Her favorite art in the blood of the dead,
    Who wished her forgotten?