I bathe in light and watch the steam whispering
Perfect milky porcelain
It is not me,
My pressed down soul
Henri, Henri,
Through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
I gave my sons all that I had
One flew on home, life's bitter seed
The other broke, never a man
He paints me now,
My pressed down soul
Henri, Henri,
Through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
He paints the gleam of china fine,
The hue of day a sharp white wine
Green lungs that breathe outside my door,
My pressed down soul
Writer(s): Daniel Goans, Lauren Goans
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