John Petrucci - This Time

When they cut my mother down
In a garden over grown
In the season of her bloom
It all came and went to soon


Mother had born her own dream
Eat poison food of her own
Of stolen hearts that turned to stone
She pulled that stich out she had sewn

And we may try to forget her
Never seen it snow this time of year
And we may have to remember
Never mention her around here

She still cut my fathers hair
Removed layers from his life
He's taken all her pictures down
I can never handle ???

And we may learn to forget her
Never mention her around here
And we may have to remember
She always acts this way this time of year

So they cut my mother down
In a garden over grown
In the season of her bloom
It all came and went to soon

And we may learn to forget her
Never mention her around here
But we may have to remember
She always acts this way this time of year