pretty, young single mother Buddy and Bean loving, yes...the Brady Bunch, not quite we would fight well, they would I would keep it inside some of the time peacemaker proud pleading "don't get too loud, mom just sing quietly to me..."
even when she was screaming I'd know when we got home like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles she would sing to me and show me her heart beautiful and strong, she's my Mom
angering, desperate stranger proud young man which of the two depended on whose eyes I was right, I was so sure I was so doing just fine "then why lie?" no answer she kept asking "don't ask so loud, mom just sing quietly to me"
even when I was greedy bleeding myself, holding hurt like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles she would sing to me showed me my heart beautiful and strong, she's my Mom and she's loud
Iaman, a boy with brass hair and stone eyes arms small but strong from holding back holding up holding on too long alone in my room my nightlight shines on my idea my thoughts cover up my ears
but sometimes a memory just gets too loud sometimes I wish I had a Dad around I wish that he were here to see my tears, but... sometimes the greatest ideas come from fears and she's here and the way that she sees me better than my eyes sometimes like a deaf man laughs, like a blind man smiles she still sings to me shows me her heart beautiful and strong, she's my MomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
