Don't worry. Mama's here to hold you tight
Even when all I hear is a storm raging
only sound in my ears my voice howling
That storm inside
That pain and fear
And all I hear
Is my voice howling like the wind
My body is the globe
The ice whips and slashes
My skin the only thing
holding back the bitter of the wind
Don't you worry little one
That storm is mine alone
Mine to hold back
Mine so you can have summer sun
Your gentle tears
From childhood hurts
Are like the soft spring rain
May you never know the storm I hold inside.
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