By the window she sits, in that old rocking chair
Memories flood the quiet night
Photographs on the mantle, faces turned away
She's lived a hundred lifetimes in a lonely day
The porch light flickers softly
In the silence of the night, her tears running dry
She baked those biscuits, served them on a silver tray
But the table's empty, kids have gone astray
Silence creeps up like a steady draft
She walks the lonesome pathways, seeking companionship
Children's laughter, faded memories in her mind
A mother's love unspoken, of the days gone by
She's painting walls in pastel, trying to mask the past
Sewn together broken pieces, hoping they would last
Sunrise brings another day, sometimes hope, sometimes fear
She holds onto the moments, when they felt near
Silence creeps up like a steady draft
She walks the lonesome pathways, seeking companionship
Children's laughter, faded memories in her mind
A mother's love unspoken, of the days gone by
She's paying a hundred lifetimes in a lonely day
The porch light flickers softly in the silence of the night
She's lived a hundred lifetimes in a lonely day
The porch light flickers softly in the silence of the night
Her tears running dry
She baked those biscuits, served them on a silver tray
But the table's empty, kids have gone astray
Silence creeps up like a steady draft
She walks the lonesome pathways, seeking companionship
Children's laughter, faded memories in her mind
A mother's love unspoken, of the days gone by
A mother's love unspoken, of the days gone by