by AlonEvil

More frequent than think about fail
there’s no fear into admit it
I think about your smile
about how your hand holds my hand
I think about how good mom you can be
and about rise a child …together
and this kind of things feeds my spirit
makes me rethink, brings a sweet tear to my eye
makes me move, makes me stand
my imagination flys like a feather
like a feather into a storm
without care about where I will stop
cos, this storm was brought by you
and sent me to a new realm, a kind of paradise