Mother

Raindrops on the window birds on the trees A bride in her dressing room with no bit of peace She's crying to herself her eyes filled tears She thinks of the women she become after all these years Oh where is my mother? I need her to do my hair And those tears turn to anguish Because she never did seem to care Raindrops in the garden sweet Mary Rose She plucks the last flower for a vase near the window And she knows she's not alone He visits every night and that doesn't stop her wishing she could hold him so tight And every evening at eleven His ghost is there But Mary Rose, she sees no one And no one else seemed to care Raindrops on her glasses but the sun starts to shine she clutches to her mother where there's no such thing as time Happiness surrounding, always staying true because that's what her mother would always seem to do And even in the toughest times Love was always there She turned the past into lullabies Because she was the only one who cared Yeah she was the only one who cared