The Torment from Your Mother

Looking at you through our past
We were together meant to last

My brothers and I
The shining knights

Lifted me up when I cried
Dusted me off and wiped the tied

The wind pushes forward
So gently willing us toward one another

You have given up on me
I am no longer on my knees

You don't care one way or the other
After all your just my brothers
I guess i am just that little sister
that torment from your mother....