now of poetry.
I went down to the place
Where my mother lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said to her, Mother I'm scared
The thunder and the lightning
I will never make it on my own
She said to me, I will be there with you
My shawl wrapped around you
My hand on your head as you go
And the night came down
And it was very calm
I wish that night would never end
But she said, Return, return to the world.

The night comes on
Leonard Cohen