there's a picture that she's painting
there's another on the wall
and too many that are hanging
softly sitting on each hall
and they're crying for attention
sometimes no one cares to look
but i've got some oh so closely
read her pages like a book
and while i worshiped my own father
i can't say that he is dead
and so now i sit here crying
for the things i've never said
she is here and she's a savior.,
i don't know how much to say it
hear the thunder as as it echoes
god is lonesome and i pray it
but i still feel her beside me
like the night comes with the day
oh my mother hold me closer
with these words i cannot say
and we grieve with one another
one we lost throughout the years
and we cry sometimes in silence
when we can't control the tears
and while i worshiped my own father
i can't say that he is dead
and now i sit here crying
for the things i've never said
she is here and she's a savior.,
i don't know how much to say it
hear the thunder as amit echoes
god is lonesome and i pray it
but i still feel her beside me
like the night comes with the day
oh my mother only closer
with these words i cannot say
and we grieve with one another
one we lost throughout the years
and we cry sometimes in silence
when we can't control the tears