I saw an old mother grieving
And wondered if she held her pain long
How could one be so sorrowful
And I wondered if she'd ever let go
Far from destitute and complaint
Remember how I walked alive
Endless seasons slipped right
Through my grasp
But everything must surely die
In a solemn moment of silence
As she bowed her head down low
And she prayed for life yet to come
As she guarded all her dead
How I worked hard to keep you happy
How I tried to keep you well
But you never returned my kindness
Now we're all hurting deep inside
