She is my eyes.
She listens to my cries.
She soothes my wounds
and lifts me to the stars and moons.
She tells me I was born free.
She guides me to what I was meant to be.
She tells me she has a son
who loves the poisoned world on the run.
She tells me I should follow him
for me not to be so grim.
She asks would I like to meet him.
I say not now I'm too busy.
Her face grows so sad
that I said no; I feel like a tizzy
for making a mother so sad.
She said don't feel so bad,
someday you'll meet him
when your days seem too glim.
He'll lift you up andd fill you with joy
that's his nature, he's my boy.
Where does he live I asked?
She said with me, Ah, don't be so rash.
I asked then where do you live?
With him, she said, he's my God,
would you like to be my adopted son?
He needs many brothers with whom
to romp and run.
I said I'll think about it for a while.
She nodded and gave me a smile,
then said,, I'll pray for you.
I'm your mother, he gave me to yoiu.
Don't you remember that day he did so?
Trust me. I'll lead you to him
just like that day I gave him to you.