You see we saw how it felt,
In a dream like a vision.
Where we felt all the guilt,
It wasn’t like said,
There stood my mother in fear and dread,
Watching her son as he bleed to death!
They stabbed him quite clean,
Which really was mean,
As they tortured and laughed,
Blood and water,
Came out like a bath,
My mother cried,
as she watched her son die.
Knowing inside we would be ok,
Knowing from where we came,
So knew it would be the same.
Yet now our mother we must watch,
As she watches the final clock,
Of her son she loved and bore,
Who was worth so much more!