When you’ll see me

 

When You’ll See Me

 

When you’ll see me, I’ll be a Light,

and maybe y’won’t remember,

how old I was, and frailly walked

this earth, to love you tender…

 

I’ll come in lightning, with a roar,

with mighty wings, in flying.

I was your mother, in my arms,

I held you when you’re crying…

 

So you’ll see me, a blinding Light

and then you’ll yet remember,

your little mother, holding you

all life, in Love so tender…

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