Mother - Ver 2

D5 G5 Dm Gm Am Dm Born in the east, raised by the west Gm Am Bb Torn in between cultural dressings Gm Am Bb Both may feel right, but neither feels whole Gm Am Dm Mother, I'm torn between two different homes Dm Gm Am Dm Dm Gm Am Dm Land filled with pears, and apricot hues Dm Gm Am Bb The lands filled with mangoes and papayas blooming Bb Gm Am Bb Each land of women filled with rich story Bb Gm Am Dm Mother, I’m stuck between two different mornings Dm Gm Am Dm Dm Gm Am Bb A Gm Am Dm And how dissonant are each of these bridges Dm Gm Am Bb And how resonant are each of these feelings though Bb Gm Am Bb If neither feels right and neither feels wrong Bb Gm Am Dm Mother, my children will speak in different tongues Dm Gm Am Dm Dm Gm Am Dm Dm Gm Am Dm Mother, I'm shy I can't speak your tongue Dm Gm Am Bb Mother, don’t cry I've been trying again Bb Gm Am Bb Trying to be bold as you were before me Bb Gm Am Dm I'm leaving the west, I'm going alone Dm Gm Am Gm Dm