Third of November Thanks for your letter Your picture book's stretched out the length of four cars Your story's not easy Then what is easy With parents like yours and my list like ours You got me thinking What really happened To know I've been happy to let the dogs lie Maybe I need to find Someone to bleed to Maybe that's you and for you maybe I What do I know What do I know about her I've called her an empress I've called her a tempest A force with no equal, no other I've called her an angel A rogue and a stranger But it just hit me now She was somebody's mother Suffer the children Cursed with the parent So it has been or at least until now The looking glass turned to the obvious person And I've seen it all and I still don't know how The heart won't be silent But do I seek the silence The question is posed now you need to explain The books that I've read made me hardly prepared But then what's prepared in the tempest of pain What do I know What do I know about it I've been a soldier, the wither the colder I've been a wife and a lover I've been the backbone I've been the dead zone But I remember now That I was somebody's mother