I once asked for more than what was given.
Back in a time where little thought was put in liven.
So young and innocent I was and ignorant.
My naivety was thick and quite poignant.
I asked my mother for more and more
and she never asked me what for.

I love my mother and what she has done.
She's imperfect but loved her "perfect" son.
The truth is I can see it clearly now.
A mother's love deserves a bow.
Through it all I never knew
how much hell she was going through.

She showed me later, the lines on her wrists;
The feeling brewed so quickly in my fists.
She told me she was so sad the early time
but pulled herself together through the grime,
because she loved her children to the bone
and couldn't bare the thought of leaving them alone.

I don't know how to compete with her.
A love so pure eyes always blur.
She still trys her best for her kids,
until the day she closes those eyelids.
I just keep hoping for another year
before her time comes near.