Reflections of Her
It's Dawn, I'm staring at the ceiling
Lying on my bed, hollow and worn
Drenched in sweat, my heart pounding loudly
Dreadful visions of never meeting again
I'm Leaving home - My first journey alone
Always been at odds, Both of us too proud
Sometimes tears creep up on me
Should I have embraced her more tightly?
Should I have declared my gratitude?
Should I have lingered more to say farewell
We Ignored reality the whole time to the station
My source, My life, My Joy, My world
She raised me and now I am her
I'm comforted with that at least
Lying on my bed, hollow and worn
Drenched in sweat, my heart pounding loudly
Dreadful visions of never meeting again
I'm Leaving home - My first journey alone
Always been at odds, Both of us too proud
Sometimes tears creep up on me
Should I have embraced her more tightly?
Should I have declared my gratitude?
Should I have lingered more to say farewell
We Ignored reality the whole time to the station
My source, My life, My Joy, My world
She raised me and now I am her
I'm comforted with that at least
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