Perspective

Used to think that I was meant to make you happen
Who'd have thught Id be the one
to need you so, when you were made to need me
Didn't think that you could cloud my sun

While you're waking up in other worlds
I'm down here watching babies die
You're seeing angels treading Heaven's gardens
I'm watching flowers whither up and dry

Who'd have thought one sound could ring out hope
the way that weakest cry of yours pled
Who'd have dreamt one look could picture love
the way your gentle eyes did

Sweetest smell of babies' breath, encharming
rumored to be sweet
Dream of song and warmth on mother's bossom
while I dream of craddling your feet

Open up your eyes and wake in Heaven
Just promise me you'll always be my own
Memories of bitter sweetness aching
Die my child to once again be born......
Mawiee

Forget me not

Angels, forget me not when
Heaven's mercy wipes away past memories of pain

Remember mother's lullabies
though ethereal choirs may taint with awe the skies

And angels' touch may sooth your heart with bliss
still don't forget the love in mother's kiss

Though God Himself may gather you up anew
remember yet the womb which carried you

When Heaven's love enshrouds your mind and thoughts
then Angels sweet forget me not.