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| Mother |
| by Bill Turner |
Sitting there upon the bank
Feet dangling below my knees
Having you to thank
If you please
All those years putting up with me
All the wretched things I did
Not once ever letting me be
No matter how well I hid
I was such a rotten son
Creating so much stress and strife
If there was trouble, I was the one
You never turned your back on my life
No matter how horrible my sin
You were always right there
Supporting me yet again
Showing how much you care
Visiting you where you rest
Telling you about my life
You are still the very best
Listening about my strife
Leaving your fishing hole
Smile upon my face
Moving towards being whole
Just visiting this place
So many answers in my heart
That had not been there before
Time to make a new start
Renewed at my very core
Life has dealt me many a brother
I can tell my troubles to
You are the greatest mother
In case I forgot, I love you
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