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Mother

Mother, what will I say to you?

Will I tell you about what I’ve been through?

Mother, will you criticise?

Mother, will you see it through my eyes?

Mother, what will you say to me?

It’s through your eyes I’d like to see.

Mother, will you criticise?

Mother, will you see it through my eyes?

Mother, what will you say to me?

Mother, will you read my poetry?

Am I just what you want me to be?

Mother, will you see it through my eyes?

Mother, what will you say to me?

Am I just what you want me to be,

Or, Mother, will you criticise?

Mother, will you see it through my eyes?