There was a price to pay
A way to say
But I bet, there's no other soul
Like my mother.
That was my life, harder
But, she was my soldier,
When it was falling
She kept it moving.
Like the rays in its beam
She was a daydream,
Even in the mist of pain
She was the bliss of rain.
Life so cold, like the winter snow
But you were the sweet spring of nature now,
And then I was amused
Oh mum, cause you were my best muse
And especially you, I know there's a lot you deal
But remember together we'll heal.
When the skin of your hand gets older
You can always put your hand on my shoulder
And when you get even older
I know you'll still hold me tighter
Growing up, there's things to sort out
Maybe here were getting drained out
Yet remember,
To mum,
The first one is always for you.
(Dedicated to all the mums out there) <3!
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