Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
a bony child of bones and skin
shrunken eyes and a sardonic grin
she always takes more than what I can give
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
she is so quiet you'd think she's a wraith
and when she's does, it is to sever your faith
she seeks affection in these violent ways
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
she is unloved, and she knows it well
so she curls within her little shell
lashes out if you steer too close
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
despite it all, she's just a child
seeking love, even if she's wild
and when scorned, she wears a facade of childish anger
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
she is always trying to be so good
that may they love her, as they should
all she has even known is scorn,
no doubt she holds such bitterness in her soul
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
perhaps if I give her the love that she seeks
she will cease to shriek and abandon this streak
of hurting those she loves the best
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
I will go home tonight and wrap her in my arms
my words will soothe like the psalms
soon she'll stop thrashing and become pliant
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother;
if you look closer, you'll find that her true name is love
she's as pure as the revered doves
for what is grief, but love preserved?
Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother.

Grief is my daughter, and I am her mother,
she is me, and I am her.

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