Why ya want to be a mother,
your olive colored skin,
To live the life of a mother,
you're frail and getting thin.

The ice that leaves you empty,
it guides your future way,
But just to be a mother,
will save your life one day.

To feel something inside you rattling your bones,
Shake hands with baby jesus, eatin blueberry scones,
Inside the world surrounds you, pressure on your hips,
To taste the air subsiding, soft baby at your lips.

Break away the spell is over,
she hovers at your side,
You've got a friend a child,
the one whom you confide,

Your days are never numbered,
You call her angeline,
Because she is your angel,
Take off and pray, god speed.

You will forever love her,
petite paleness in your hand,
You give her kisses at night,
and join the promised land.