The Road: Untraveled.

"Life is a portrait 

Fill it with your favorite colors

You don't need to be an artist

Be a believer"

 

Look Mommy!

I still remember the lyrics of your favorite song

You put me to sleep with.

 

Fur of your coat is so soft 

I so love to cuddle into you

It keeps me warm and safe 

Mommy, I yearn for your embrace.

 

The walk of life is long

I need to walk outside the limit

I may need wings too,

 

How about 

I demand more from life

I want to lead the road I'm journeying 

Mommy, I am of age. 

 

All these years, I have walked on your guided steps

Behind you, 

Holding the trail of belief

 

But now, 

It's time to bake me a sun, 

Rub the moon on my bruises, if I fall

To discover the cruelest world with my innocent eyes

I have sweet ginger in my pocket, if ever I feel hungry

Will squeeze lemon in the sea, if ever I thirst for lemonade

Mommy, this is my race

 

Rainbow 

Of hope, is shining 

On the crown of struggle 

That I am wearing

Will lead me on the road untraveled

Because,

Life is a journey

To travel the untraveled road 

I don't need to be a magician

But, a believer, just a believer...