“The Weight of the Udder”

“The Weight of the Udder” - Original Song by MAdoK958 Copyright © 2024 MAdoK958 suno.com/@madok958 The weight hangs low, Heavy, swollen, full of something ancient. Teats stretched thin, Trembling in the cold wind, Pressing against the waiting hands. Milk drips slow. A drop, a moment, a life. Do you see how it pools? Do you feel what it holds? I gave, I gave, I give. What more do you want from me? I gave, I gave, I give. Is there nothing left to see? Hands that pull, Soft but unrelenting. This is the rhythm. This is the pain. Does it end, or is this forever? Forever, forever. The udder knows the weight of the earth. The teats know the call of the soil. Pull and pull, And still it flows, Endless rivers, aching streams. I gave, I gave, I give. What more do you want from me? I gave, I gave, I give. Is there nothing left to see? The barn is empty, The night is still. The udder sags in the silence. Hands gone, milk spilled. What was it all for? Was it enough? Forever, forever.