In the din and endless motion,  Her eyes liberate all the shadows,  A flair of grace and a warm glow... In the din and endless motion,  Her eyes liberate all the shadows,  A flair of g...

When I close my eyes I see a picture When I close my eyes I see a picture

O'mother If you are there O'mother If you are there

The poem is for the mothera of angels. The poem is for the mothera of angels.

The poem shows the heaven lies in mothers arm. The poem shows the heaven lies in mothers arm.

She is my life, She is my angel... She is my life, She is my angel...