Mama,
you told me to this life to paint dreams,
You
told me to imagine how it seems
And
yes, I did what you asked me to
But
I did not understand why there was blue
A
lot of monsters suddenly came
On
the time life forced me to end
The
crow flied over me
Sang
the death song
Mama,
I was still holding my dreams’ draft
Even
I know, I actually turned to a dwarf
I
was a piece of paper
I
was written by blood
And
sorrow in a wood
Mama,
I was still holding my dreams’ draft
I
was ready to build a hope
Through
out of my life
With
sweat of fight
But
the coming of those monsters,
I
was realized that the dreams had over
Mama,
maybe life wasn’t good enough for me as a little girl
So,
God asked me to came back; He prepared me a pearl
Mama,
maybe this world didn’t allow me to paint my colors
So
to heaven, for them I
will grow
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