Mom you held my hand, and showed me so much,
taking tiny steps, no worry or difficulty as such,
we gazed at the stars, twinkling and shining bright,
and heard the tweeting birds in the morning light.
Be kind, be gentle, be considerate and true,
I was a gem, your champ, your red, green and blue.
I followed you, and you smiled at me as you went ahead,
I gradually learnt to walk, and sleep alone on my bed.
Today I stand, as nothing but your daughter so proud,
as they turn against me, stealing the most little shroud,
of my very foundation, shaking brick by brick,
it's not a tasty treat, they play a treacherous trick.
You daughter is amazed, she is still a little girl,
this whole reality, is getting insane as it unfurls.
I try to fight with kindness, I try to be a lady like you said,
they do not look, they do not hear, voices are stuck in my head.
Mom you said, be nice, you told me to love and care,
and I did follow, I was considerate & loving, and I shared.
They are not what I am, they probably never will be,
they have never heard your words, never as lucky as me.
It is surprising, the life and times of today,
with meaningless words and cold emotions to convey,
I see not in the eyes of men, what I saw as a child,
I seek honesty and simplicity, in these forest fires so wild.
Consumed by rage, ego and insecurities of their dark insides,
they play a murderous game, with everything non conforming to chide,
your daughter watches lost, as she fails to understand,
if there is anybody today, who will hold her hand?
Brushed against by many, hit and struck by all,
she is striving to get back up, trying hard to stand tall,
your voice is guiding her, your prayers making her strong,
she keeps moving forward, with grey between right and wrong.
Mother of mine, I shall always be your little girl,
this society may turn me around, take me for a whirl,
I promise to be yours, to stand by ideals, the way you made me be,
maybe one day they will be cured of blindness, maybe one day they will see.
Your daughter is young, she is a learner of life,
she is only trying her best, survival is a strife,
days and nights may test her patience, her esteem and her soul,
but remember you didn't bring up a quitter, and I will never forget my goal.
taking tiny steps, no worry or difficulty as such,
we gazed at the stars, twinkling and shining bright,
and heard the tweeting birds in the morning light.
Be kind, be gentle, be considerate and true,
I was a gem, your champ, your red, green and blue.
I followed you, and you smiled at me as you went ahead,
I gradually learnt to walk, and sleep alone on my bed.
Today I stand, as nothing but your daughter so proud,
as they turn against me, stealing the most little shroud,
of my very foundation, shaking brick by brick,
it's not a tasty treat, they play a treacherous trick.
You daughter is amazed, she is still a little girl,
this whole reality, is getting insane as it unfurls.
I try to fight with kindness, I try to be a lady like you said,
they do not look, they do not hear, voices are stuck in my head.
Mom you said, be nice, you told me to love and care,
and I did follow, I was considerate & loving, and I shared.
They are not what I am, they probably never will be,
they have never heard your words, never as lucky as me.
It is surprising, the life and times of today,
with meaningless words and cold emotions to convey,
I see not in the eyes of men, what I saw as a child,
I seek honesty and simplicity, in these forest fires so wild.
Consumed by rage, ego and insecurities of their dark insides,
they play a murderous game, with everything non conforming to chide,
your daughter watches lost, as she fails to understand,
if there is anybody today, who will hold her hand?
Brushed against by many, hit and struck by all,
she is striving to get back up, trying hard to stand tall,
your voice is guiding her, your prayers making her strong,
she keeps moving forward, with grey between right and wrong.
Mother of mine, I shall always be your little girl,
this society may turn me around, take me for a whirl,
I promise to be yours, to stand by ideals, the way you made me be,
maybe one day they will be cured of blindness, maybe one day they will see.
Your daughter is young, she is a learner of life,
she is only trying her best, survival is a strife,
days and nights may test her patience, her esteem and her soul,
but remember you didn't bring up a quitter, and I will never forget my goal.
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