Mother
 Mother   Pretty girl you are always trying to keep us from going but that is what you most want   Your times comes hurling towards the end   I know you miss being vibrant   The days progressed too quick   Now you have to let go of us to forgive   Everyone will be alright and if they are not   Then you did all you could   You are still pretty in old age and all   I know you feel the weight and decay   The only thing to do is    Go with it and hope you are gone before you are feeble   I ask you to be optimistic   Coming Down   Give me surface responses   But the rope is getting tighter and she needs a break   Don't let yourself be carried away   Help before it is too late