Mother, if I tried to say,
How sorry I am every day,
No words in all the books I find,
Could speak the sorrow in my mind.


Mother, I have caused you tears,
Each drop a blade that cuts and sears,
It pierces deep within my chest,
A wound that never comes to rest.


If I could see you, I would run,
Faster than the light from sun,
Around this earth to where you are,
No sea too wide, no land too far.


Oh mother dear, I’d cross the sea
Just to have you here with me,
To hold you close, to feel your grace,
To find my home in your embrace.

True love ain’t easy, it’s hard, it’s stone-cold tough,
It’s stubborn like the mountains, like edges sharp and rough.
Yet soft and still like quiet clay, it holds you in its hand,
One day it makes you stronger, the next you barely stand.

One day it makes you laugh so loud, the next it makes you cry,
It breaks you down and builds you up, it lifts your spirit high.
But in the end, even the hardest stones will sink and melt away,
Their strength and pride will fade to dust, in soft and quiet clay.

And still, love stays, it stays through pain, through storms you walk on through,
Because it changes how you see the world, it paints your sky more true.
This is love, the real kind, raw, the kind that makes you see,
That even when it hurts so much, it’s where your soul feels free.

Sitting on my bed, drowning in my mind,
Thoughts run deep like oceans, wider than the skies behind.
I think about the things that broke me, the ones that made me bleed,
The battles fought inside my chest, the silent, aching need.

I think about the universe, the storms that shaped my way,
The moments that have built this me, who I am today.
I think of fate and wisdom, the lessons carved in pain,
The meaning hiding quietly behind each drop of rain.

I’m drowning in my little world, my chaos, loud and near,
The voices in my head now roar, louder than a lion’s fear.
I think, and think, and think again, with nowhere else to hide,
No ending point, no final stop, just oceans deep inside.