My Thoughts
I am my mother’s child, from her belly I was born and from her heart I will die.
From my soul I burn, in my heart I fly.
My dreams take me away, while my thoughts keep me at bay.
Being able not to swim, I see myself in the ocean; drifting out to a new life or a new end…
I am my mothers child, from her womb; like her in many ways.
My heart beats as I take every step and every step I take my feet get heavier.
Trying to feel shoes my mother never made.
I am her child, from belly I was born and from her heart I will die, if she only sees me from the corner of her eye…
From my soul I burn, cause it feels like satan is getting his turn.
In my heart I fly…flying up in the heaven skies looking down on what I call my life.
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