Ever since birth, she's been your little song bird.
She'd sit on the foot of your bed and sing to you as you fell asleep at night.
Even when you're angry with her, she'll make you happy by singing you a song.
Even when you're disappointed in her, she'll gain your faith by singing you a song.
Even when you yell at her, she'll gain your forgiveness by singing you a song.
Even when you disagree with her, she'll compromise by singing you a song.
Even when she's battered and scarred, and broken and crushed by life itself, and is aching for the freedom she so desperately needs,
She'll always sit at the foot of your bed like she did ten years ago, and be your little song bird.
I love you mom.
I'll always come back to you no matter what.
Even though sometimes I don't show it properly, I'll always be your little songbird.