A mother who gave her life for her child,
and used all her possessions for her family.
Mother, look at me,
just look at me for a single minute, look over here.
What should I say? You are right.
I am the reason for the wrinkles in your face.
You have gone through so much for me,
my pain was one of the many pains you bore.
The white hair on your head, that’s me.
The tears that poured over your cheeks, that’s me.
The sleepless nights, that’s me.
The hope giving you a smile, that’s me.
I screamed at you from far away.
In that very moment when I was about to give up.
All day long, my heart longed for home.
I wanted to home, see you, gather new strength.
Find peace again in your arms with tears of joy.
Perhaps a day will come when I would return to you.
You would tell me again: Sleep, I’ll sing you a lullaby.
But I don’t even manage to feel worthy.
