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Mother Hen

from Memory Lottery by Jon Atkins

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Along the way I forgot about my birth
And I forfeit what it's worth.
So they say when the reaper comes to sift,
I will beat him to his pit.
So Mother Hen, protect your chicks at all costs
To give the one that you love best
The best chance.
They might come in first where you came in last.
Go if the corridor's lit, turn your bright eyes away,
Let that chamber music play.
I'm on my own again.
Lover, Lover stay.
A chamber in my heart is vacant today.
Some one sewed it up,
But it came undone.
Space has opened up,
Another one shuts.
So go if the corridor's lit, turn your bright eyes away,
Let that chamber music play.
I'm on my knees again.
Oh cover them.
We have pulled this shit before,
And we will do it again.
And feed them mother's milk,
'Til it seeps from their skin.
And give them mother's pills,
Three sheets in their cribs.
And do they walk alone?
No, I don't think so.
Do they walk alone?
No, I don't think so.
You stood by and watched them,
Bite the hand that feeds.
You let it go and we will find some peace.
And I might find some peace.
I see the day that the child knew his birth
And his soul felt its worth.
Then it came in a halloween diguise,
As an angel of the light.
In his young mind,
He was reasoining out in time,
I was born so I will die.
In his soft ears,
Were the whisperings of fear,
I will lose what I hold dear.
So Mother Hen, protect your chicks at all costs
To give the one that you love best
The best chance.
They might come in first where you came in last.

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from Memory Lottery, released December 6, 2013

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