Steps

How far will they take you
Those toes on those feet?
When the news came too early
That ne-er foot-ground shoot meet.

Like the fingers that dance
On your hands with those words
That now come from the mouth
Where no words should be heard.

And back further still
When no babe's to be born
And a Mama whose heart
Doomed forever forlorn.

That strength and that will
That wills you to strength
How far will you go?
To impossible lengths.


- Mama