Behind the Rose

The moment I want a rose
It is the prickling comes to mind
Whenever I seek a smile
The tears from a swollen eye
I can find

The World

Some are the brothers of you, me and all of the kind
And own , whatsoever, and wherever the estate
And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blind
With enmity for man's unguarded fate.

For some there is a music all day long
Like flutes in Paradise, they are so glad;
And there is hell's eternal under-song
Of curses and the cries of men gone mad.

Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous,
Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled;
And so 't is what we are that makes for us
The measure and the meaning of the world.

O Mother I bow down

O! Mother

Help me to belong

Pull me along

Prevent me

from being naughty

never to be dotty

Just to be nice

to all with out vice

Not asking more

I adore

Make me all myself

and not some other

I adore you

O my Mother