As you skip back home, dishonest and sly,
A dark mark dances in your eyes.
To mother that dark mark, in the light,
Says every dark deed done tonight.
For A mother always knows
As it reveals all of your lies,
She's heart broken and horrified.
She then pretends to be naive,
It's not my son, she must believe.
But a mother always knows
The next day to mother you run,
With a wound on your chest, the wound from a Gun.
She claps her hands, and turns away,
When I turn, it will be gone, I pray.
For she never wants to know.
2006-12-11
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