When I was One and Fifty
I thought that I knew what it was to forgive
Then I lost my mother, I lost the person which
for 22 years I did live
I found out that being here without her
was like discovering that everything is just a videogame
that the world is not what I thought it was
that nothing has remained quite the same
When I was one and fifteen
My mother formed the world that was in place
I dwelt in that state of normalcy
I lived it that paradise of grace
Now I am older and wiser
but I find that whenever the world storms
I cannot crawl back into my Mother's reality
a place where its peaceful and warm.
