Rhododendron

As I look out my window, all I can see
 Is a bush of rhododendron flowers staring back at me
 And a mama robin, she is always working
 Bringing worms and bugs to feed her young
 While the snakes and house cats are lurking
 All this time I've spent inside my head
 Well, I've been hurting, Is the world still turning?
 For this weight I bare leaves me so damn scared
 I guess we've all been hurting like a little bird I'm learning
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 Could I be a mother or a lover
 To something greater than my own instinct to suffer?
 And would a sheep run if she knew she was for the slaughter
 Or would she simply let her soft wool warm her daughter?
 All this time I've spent inside my head
 Well, I've been hurting, Is the world still turning?
 For this weight I bare leaves me so damn scared
 I guess we've all been hurting like a little bird I'm learning
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 Now if a mother were to stop working
 Then her babes, they would die and the lamb did cry when
 Her mama's fate became certain