Crying Origin
Setting: house of three
Daughters with a debt for their mothers to collect
So, each toe the line
Oh, when I go home I'm not there, no
Because some time away still won't repair
Wounds that we didn't make, but open
Restlessness becomes
A weapon that hides under my tongue
But by the skin of my teeth
Pity is a demon
Coursing through the night
Every time the door locks thrice
Mothers will expect that their
Daughters won't forget
What they've sacrificed
Leave as a villain or stay behind
To howl as a victim who's “renounced”
Their pride in order to nurture
What I couldn't do
Won't happen to you
Clue: Every battle that presents itself
As new fits on a parallel between
Another child and their tender
Selflessness becomes
A lock and chain that keep her from
Chasing a fantasy
Save her; she's just a baby
Crawling on all fours
Eventually, she'll reach the door
