Monica Casey ©1996 Pig In The Sky Productions (BMI)
i can recall her waging war
in secret in her mind
holding onto her god
patiently waiting
i suppose for a sign
her children were to her
her only consolation
making it day by day
now i know in desperation
all those years her voice
locked in a box
inside her head
growing weary from the pain
tired of the lies
silent rage and muffled cries
as the light was all but gone
she found the key
told him to leave
it must have been so hard to do
after all they'd made it thru
all those years her voice
locked in a box
inside my head
growing weary from the pain
tired of the lies
silent rage and muffled cries
why must there be so many things
we're not born a'knowin'
why must they keep
showing their faces
at every stop and goin'
and i don't mind admitting
i am my mother's child
same name same voice
same game same choice
no i
i don't mind admitting
i am my mother's child
same name same voice
same game same choice