why mother ?

In shadows I linger, a whisper unseen,

Through cracks in the casement, where night winds convene.

I watch her, my mother, so stark and so pale,

Why does her heart tell such a desolate tale?

Oh, mother, tell me, why?

(Chorus)

The firelight flickers, a merciless dance,

No warmth from her gaze, not a solitary glance.

Her hands lie unburdened, released from their dread,

Why did your touch, Mother, fill me with dread?

Why, why, why, mother, why?

(Verse 2)

The nursery lies silent, a tomb in the air,

My playthings lie broken in silent despair.

The rocking chair sways, with a sorrowful, low sigh,

Was my laughter the poison that made your love die?

Oh, mother, tell me, why?

(Chorus)

The motes still commune in the cruel sliver of light,

Why was my being a stain on your night?

I thirst for an answer, a reason to find,

Why was such venom the sum of your mind?

Why, why, why, mother, why?

(Bridge)

And the wind, oh the wind, through the ivy's embrace,

A serpentine whisper that swept from this place.

Not hurried, nor frantic, but eerily slow,

It plucked out my life, just a breath, with its flow.

The ivy now curls, where my stillness lies deep,

A cold, silent shroud, while the world falls asleep.

(Verse 3)

And she breathes, oh she breathes, with a terrible ease,

For my fading, dear Mother, brought you chilling peace.

I recall the sharp wail, piercing through the dark,

Why did my small cries extinguish your spark?

Oh, mother, tell me, why?

(Chorus)

My innocent fingers, in helpless demand,

Why was I ever a stone in your hand?

The hourglass turning, so relentlessly grim,

Why did my existence eclipse every whim?

Why, why, why, mother, why?

(Outro)

The mist from the fen, it embraced me so tight,

And led me away, from your hateful dim light.

It echoed a question, so fragile, so keen,

"Mother, why did you hate me? What did you mean?"

Not voiced to the world, but a chill in the air,

As my spirit departed, to your heart's cold repair.

The moon, a pale sliver, stares in through the pane,

Why does your face show no sorrow, no pain?

No, no, no... Mother, why ?