When I fall, I scream and call your name,
And I know you gave me a shot a fair game.
When I cry, I know I can look to you,
And there always seems to be nothing you cant do.
So many things you have done for me,
I wish you could open your eyes to clearly see:
I do love you whenever Im sad,
And I still love you when I am mad.
When I speak the words, they mean the truth,
And you speak as if you remember clearly your own youth.
You are my mother, and to me so dear,
To love you and lose you, I always fear.
You think you must die for me to understand,
But I, like you, can guide you if you take my hand.
If only you were able to read my thoughts,
You would find plenty more than a few knots,
But also you would find that I do know,
I understand what youve done for me, and this comes to show:
I am still by far a very young child,
And I know that at times I am way too wild.
I have also grown up to far greater level,
And I will not succumb to the power of the devil.
I know and understand what to do with my life,
No matter how bad things get, I wont take it with a knife.
I know I must look much further into my future,
For things to relish and others to nurture.
But I dont want to miss whats here and now,
No matter what happens, I will love you anyhow