No tiny hands to catch the sun
Years of wait turns a bitter tale
Where the desert long for a single drop
They stand in silence, all alone
Like a rain that hangs within the cloud
Expectancy fills the mother's plea
A prayer for one seed to call her own
To end the mockery painted on the empty room
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Time leaves a shadow, not a face
A darkness that haunts her very soul
In silence she bore the hollow
A hunger that cannot be feed
The temple is not empty but free
The spirit has its season and it's art
Even though it seem barren from the other end
Mystery still smile in a mother's face
