I thought i lost you the other day,
and I don't mean I lost you at a mall,
or I lost you to the Reaper,
I thought I lost the embodiment of my soul.
I thought I lost the crazy glue for my broken pieces,
you who sold me milk as if it were gold,
you who said no matter what anyone says,
your road is your own uniquely made path,
and it's up to you to drive it to success.
I'm ashamed to say I was temporarily flash banged with a ray of anger,
and took it out on the sun with a meteor,
and our hearts exploded like super novas.
Even though you were my lifeline in this ocean of despair,
you were my Noah's Ark,
you are my Noah's Ark,
handmade as if you were Mozart.
I am your creation,
your successor,
you who never settled for anything short of amazing,
waving away hungry pangs to see the day.
I become the angel of your dreams,
and spread my wings and sing harmonies on the streets,
smiling wide even though my teeth are a bit stained.
Even if its crooked,
even if I'm missing a few molars,
I will tell the world
that my mother
is my mother
no one can replace her,
not the angels in the sky,
not the pretty girls who catch my eyes
I'd wrestle the devil if he tried to take you away,
you are my mother,
no matter if I met the girl of my dream
or if the birds no longer sing
or the world stops spinning
You are my mother
And I'll love you even when my heart stops beating.