Angels and Saints

Angels and saints
who talk in your head
with colorful paints
and books they have read

The ladies who spoke
in stores and the wards
and all who awoke
from the dead gave rewards

All while you hallucinate
Mama, could this be fate

They come to your side
and inside yet some more
and by you abide
more than ever before

They rescue you from
all the cries that you make
and when they come
from you nothing they take

All while you hallucinate
Mama, could this be fate

The doctors, the nurses
and friends from the past
your brothers and sisters
the whole other cast
Your children, their children
and others unknown
all run to your ruin
to heal and atone

All while you hallucinate
Mama, could this be fate

Seems no end to their gather
all the angels and saints
although all would much rather
it not be for complaints
Cuz your smile remembered
this what you wish
for all that you mothered
you’ll be always cherished

All while you hallucinate
Mama, could this be fate