DOULA

Thank you
Thank you for
Your wrinkles
And the plumpness round your face
Thank you for that aging heart
That melts my rage away

I've known (I've know 'bout this story)
I've known 'bout the living dead
That somehow (I've known 'bout its glory)
Somehow gave me life ahead
I've learned 'bout the need to shed
Through the trail that you led

You don't have to talk
To tell me that you love me
We don't have to touch
To say that we've been missed

You won't let go
But your eyes will show
That before you go you will
Forgive

Let me (let me take your shoes off)
Let me take your shoes off
Tuck you (let me take the weight off)
Tuck you in the bed you lay
Let me touch your forehead
Remind you how you used to say

Little girl, little girl (little girl)
I lost all my hair
Little girl, little girl (little girl)
Life was so unfair

Let me hear the stories about Lilbert and Christine
And how the family's glory was so simple but pristine

You don't have to talk
To tell me that you love me
We don't have to touch
To say that we've been missed

You won't let go
But your eyes will show
That before you go you will
Forgive