24 Dec 13, 01:20AM
On the day I left home
My mother told me :
Son , come here !
He ran a hand through my hair
He looked into my eyes
started talking
For where you go I follow
With my thoughts
Always on the go
In my prayers
I will ask God
To enlighten his steps
I know she never understood
My reasons to leave there
But she knows that after growing
The child turns Finch and want to fly
I wanted to stay there as well
But fate would contradict me
And the look on my mother's door
I left crying to bless me
My mother that day
Told me about the world as it is
Seems she knew
Each stone would I set foot
And always next to my father
The small town she never left
She told me this:
My son , go with God
That this whole world is your
I know she never understood
My reasons to leave there
But she knows that after growing
The child turns Finch and want to fly
I wanted to stay there as well
But fate would contradict me
And the look on my mother's door
I left crying to bless me