"Life is a portrait
Fill it with your favorite colors
You don't need to be an artist
Be a believer"
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,
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
Holding the trail of belief
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
Of hope, is shining
On the crown of struggle
That I am wearing
Will lead me on the road untraveled
Life is a journey
To travel the untraveled road
I don't need to be a magician
But, a believer, just a believer...