Her Mother's House

A space in your voice shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice reveals the space you give up there

The more I love you
The stronger you become
The less you need me (Less you need)

A dry voice comes from a stingy heart
But a voiced voice comes from abundance

The more I love you (Your voice)
The battle you will survive
The more freedom I give you

A mother's house has a room for each child
She's only describing the interior of her heart

A ballon painted with red clay
With lubrication, will not cry
But then inflated, it floats
Undo, undo, undo, undo, undo
Fortune of her heart