Dear you
Best parents I could ask for
I would never imagine to be "grown" and "turning old"
Seeing something
Of you in me
Learning the lessons
Of being
Free
Like two trees
Helping each other
Mixing their roots
Holding those branches
Seeing something
Of you in me
Learning the lessons
Of being
Free
How can I give you something back?
Being the woman I could be
But only because of
But only because of
You
Seeing something of you in me
Learning the lessons
Of being
Free
