You're the many [tempered eaves?]
You're the air that leaves my lip as I make mention of you
You're the thought wrapped in my head
You're the ink that leaves this pen as I write all about you
As you are
Mother I maybe
Or maybe not
But it all looks different
With all you brought
You're the quiet forming cloud
You're the nebula that pulls a glow from emptiness
You're the deep and secret sea
Acquiesce in colors siphoned from the love that is me
As we are
Mother I maybe
Or maybe not
But it all looks different
With all you've brought
A magic reverie
Discreet as you are
Oh, show me the power
Power, power
Mother I maybe
Or maybe not
But it all looks different
With all you've brought
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe
Mother maybe, mother maybe