Sometimes she needsnHer mother's voicenSometimes she seemsnTo be completely lostnSometimes she praysnSometimes she begsnJoining her handsnSometimes she calls the godsnSometimes she dreamsnThat sometimes she lovesnLike she'd givenMore than she's gotnSometimes she laysnJust like she was gonenAnd I hear her saynTell me, what have I done ?nSometimes she speaksnA language I'd learnednSometimes I feelnHow hard she's been hurtnSometimes she dreamsnThat sometimes she lovesnLike she'd givenMore than she's gotnSometimes she needsnHer mother's voicenWell, sometimes she seemsnTo be completely lost