Mother

You seethe of closed up anger
Spend nights in prison's jail
You know the word surrender
Oh love, twist this fate

Morning bird has called for help
Singing the daring wrestling song
All men long for dark red tastes
You know what Deidre has said

The lion's tail grows on
His feathered wings too small to flee
Yes, life is the dismay of pleasure
Feed the hunger of a poisoned friend