• You see the mountains spread before you,
    Reaching for the sky
    You watch the waves crash on the seashore
    As little kids run by

    You hear the wind blow through the trees,
    The fall leaves fluttering
    You talked to your best friend today
    In a soft muttering

    You smell the flowers in the air,
    A fragrance on the breeze
    You smell the scent of winter’s coming
    A gentle Christmas freeze

    But I will never hear these things,
    Nor taste, or touch, or see,
    Because my teenaged mother
    Had no more love for me.