The first man , you take no charge
for all the things that gone wrong.
But you expect me now to fix it,
knowing I was right all along.
Our son killed the other.
Not knowing what's in stake.
For death, for him, is permanent
also the man, that is in debt.
He roams the world
with a sign on top his head
to not harm him or condone
for the act he will never forget.
Because when you are the first killer
of this world and the one that comes,
how can you expect people not to fear
their lives when you are around.
Men fear others
never saying it is so.
But what you've known, for a fact is
never to set the fear in stone.
Because fear comes from the people
and people, do seem to change,
how can you know what's in their heart , is
it in the veins of yesterday?
Controlling yet embracing
who you are today.
Since fear is nothing but only
lies in what you say.
Fear can not be tempered,
it changes every time.
But when we had our children Adam
I knew, what was mine.
I feared them to be taken,
though not knowing when or how
I am the first mother of all humans
and still not know as of now.
What will happen when we're gone dear ?
What are they going to do?
My worries may not be needed,
but I need my children too.
I've carried and cared for long
but now my soul is wrecked.
Between my broken wires
lay all, of my mistakes.
My bones and muscles weep
not from the exhaustion but the stress.
Being a mother isn't easy
when they leave you , heart broken, inside your chest.
But I've done it once
and will do it once before
this world comes to an end .
Never less
Never more.
