Thousands of miles the road you're traveling
Skip the hurdles for me, your son. . .
My mother unfortunately, is still ongoing
While your feet bloody, full of pus
Like the air
love that you give
I could not reply. . .
Mother. . . . . . . . . . . . . mothers. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Want to embrace and cry on your lap
Until I fell asleep like a child during
Then the prayers, my body wrap
With what I reply. . .
Mother. . . . . . . . . . . . . mothers. . . . . . . . . . . .
Skip the hurdles for me, your son. . .
My mother unfortunately, is still ongoing
While your feet bloody, full of pus
Like the air
love that you give
I could not reply. . .
Mother. . . . . . . . . . . . . mothers. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Want to embrace and cry on your lap
Until I fell asleep like a child during
Then the prayers, my body wrap
With what I reply. . .
Mother. . . . . . . . . . . . . mothers. . . . . . . . . . . .
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nice lol....