PeterBroderick-The Niece
Bring peace to the niece

Bring bread to the homestead

Bring love from above

On the surface there's a young girl growin' up, as you do

On the wild, wild ride that's teenage youth

But as this flame starts a-showin' its true glow

I see another drawin' in as if it's time to go

What's the catch, I ask, for this pretty flower

I don't pretend to hold all the world's power

And I don't wanna mess with the sacred, cyclical flow

But when I think of sayin' goodbye to this tree

Everything inside of me says no . . . no!

What falls to the ground nurtures the soil

The breeding grounds for a whole new life of toil

But in the midst of all the struggles and pain

The image of your beauty, Mama, will always remain

Bring peace to the niece and her grandma