Mama, don't cry
The house is still standing.
The wind might be blowing hard,
But the windows are still holding on.
Everything's shaking
Nothing's secure
But
Mama, don't cry.
The house is still here.

Mama, don't cry
We still got time.
Dry those pretty eyes of yours
And crack that smile that I love.
Things might be moving fast,
But that doesn't mean nothing won't last.
I know it's hard
Cause the clock keeps ticking away.
But
Mama, don't cry.
We still got time.

Mama, don't cry
I swear we're never gonna leave.
We've been through too much
Seen too much
To have to say goodbye.
You've always been our life jacket
Our first aid kit
Our glue
To hold us up.
But the tide is changing,
And it's our turn to be
Your parachute
When you feel like jumping out of this life
We're living.
So
Mama, don't cry.

There's so much to look forward to.
Time might be erasing
What you've worked hard for so long
To keep.
But that doesn't mean that we can't rebuild on
What's been lost.

your words,
sweet poetess.
are a quiet moment,
admist the clamour
of this hell.

sweet surcease,
in sibilant syllables
and my mind's release
to silent woods.

to sit, to cease,
the worrying.
time,
to calm,
the malestrom mind.

so, for this, sweet poetess.
i praise ye,
for your words
and marvel at
your embroidory,
that stitches me
back together
line by beautiful line.

people should stop romanticising their scars
like jewelries bloom upon their skin and flesh
aren't all of us a little bit addicted
with pain and the bruises, the spectrum they make
with the rain and thunder
the violent lullaby