She says she hates me- and not to call She's used her pain to build a concrete wall She's rolled her angry words into a fist But that's not who she is I slammed the phone down hard and walked outside I wrote her off that day as if she'd died Said if she burns in hell, well I won't give a damn Lost behind the masks we wear The barbed wire fences of our fear We drag each other through these tears And strike the wounds that scar But that's not who we are Someday I'll hold her, for this I pray That time and grace will roll the stone away And we'll love each other with open hearts A mother who gave all she could A child who tried to just be good In father brother sisterhood Like dust of ancient stars More from Beth Nielsen Chapman