Faith, a crowning grace, they are the summer
They’ll reach into the places you can’t
Praise, you’re saving face, they are the songbirds
And beauty in all its amazing grace
From Mother Nature to the stratosphere
Rise above until the air is clear
Your best intentions are so insincere
You are the cuckoo in the nest
Sow discord within your caravan
Drive a wedge between their best laid plans
Induce a coma in the will of man
Put our tolerance to the test
Oh, Mother, won’t you let us raise our eyes again
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
Oh, Mother, won’t you help us cleanse our hands of sin
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
Light, they’re taking flight, they are the future
And they shine into the places you can’t
Hail, they’re setting sail, they are a wonder
And they’re casting off for shores we’ll never find
Feel the corridors of power close
Those that seek it shouldn’t be exposed
Track the money and their world explodes
And their arrogance is rent
Their barking voices and their snapping teeth
The macho posture hides the fear beneath
The patriarchy and its sworn belief
But the time of man is spent
Oh, Mother, won’t you let us raise our eyes again
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
Oh, Mother, won’t you help us cleanse our hands of sin
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
The mothers reach us in the place we’re reborn
(C) J. Davies 2018