Story Behind The Song
Watching the news one night and a very sad mother cried about how scared she was to send her boy off to war. It was touching and inspired this song.
Song Description
Written in third person about a mother having to see her child off to war, and not knowing everyday if she will see him again.
| Song Length |
3:59 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock |
Lyrics
The soul sugar.
So pack these bags, prepare to leave.
The nights made colder, thy rooted seed.
The air gets colder, on the wait home.
And time gets shorter, all the way home.
My defenseless mother.
The soul sugar
The waves roll over, so starts the sea.
To resist temptation, the fuel for greed.
The air gets colder, on the wait home.
And time gets shorter, all the way home.
My defenseless mother.
On her way home.
All her way home.
As if this was not enough, to bring back this sentimental.
As if this was not enough, to bring back this sentimental.
The air gets colder, on the wait home.
And time gets shorter, I?ve become nothing more, I?ve become nothing less.
My defenseless mother,
On the way home.