There was a day
When you were born,
You cried, you didn't want to know
The sunshine, moon and all the beauty
Of hope and love, of being naughty.
Birds singing, stars and river flow,
They drove you mad,
Until you've grown
For just one day and single night,
Until you've realised,
You might
Get all you want from all around,
That's how you made your major sound.
You called for life, for food, for help,
You always wanted to be held
In mothers arms, where soft and tender
Discovered peace,
You don't remember?
You know the day, that's know your time,
No arms, no birds, no peace, no cry,
But strenth you've got like from nowhere,
Is in your mothers hands forever.
Mothers hands
© Copyright: Ани Руг, 2008
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