She lives in me

Scraping and eating trash...

Running from one dumpster to another...

Listening tomy walkman...

The sounds of my dead mother...

Every night I lay...

On the cool grassy hill...

Mostly on an empty stomach...

I've never had my fill...

Mother's voice kills the hunger...

It quenches my aching thirst...

I close my eyes to see her face...

An instant cure to my hurt...

Fill my ears, dear mother...

With your loving words once more...

Cleanse the dirt off my soul...

Soothe the bruises and sores...

The night goes by for another day...

I'm poor but I live free...

Without the confines of four walls...

And my mother lives in me...