And as the sun breathed his last breath
She held the memories close to her chest
And through the tears the world would see
He was her child
He was her child
Now they whispered but she stood bold
A mother's heart throbbing, a story untold
Agony etched in lines so deep
Her son she gave for the world to keep
Her knees felt weak beneath the Roman cross
The price of love, a mother's deep loss
With every hammer's blow her spirit shook
Purest love draped in sorrow's cloak
She whispers prayers through the wailing wind
Forsaken skies yet her faith won't bend
Beneath the olive grove she stands alone
For the son she raised, for the seed she'd sown
All is weak, their shadows long
A mother's cry, a lullaby unsung
In Golgotha's shadow
In veins and brains
A love like hers can't be erased
Through grief's dark veil she feels the thorn
Yet clings to faith though pierced and torn
Echoes haunt of carpenter's hands
Signs of life in this barren land
The healer's touch now laid to rest
Mother's tears, the sky's behest
In Gethsemane's shadow she traces his steps
The promise, the sorrow, how deeply she wept
Through the olive trees
Past where prayers fell on calloused knees
She walks the path, her soul to bear
Heavy the silence in the cool evening air
The stars alight with a mournful glow
A tapestry of hope in her unspeakable woe
In candle's flicker, a soft light burns
The night grows thick, but still she yearns
To hold her son, to turn back time
Her whispered lullabies turned into cries
By lantern's watch
She feels each scar, the heavy cost