No woes, now worries, just blank!
In the lap of my dream again.
No regrets, No time, one moment at a time.
But my arms are cut,
Tongue tied and feet numb.
Never again, said mom,
Just to make sure...
But I am myself there,
Just as I am on a rainy night.
Waiting for another time,
When the warmth is all mine.
Life is good when dreams are plump,
At least it looks good.
Let me not be alone in silence,
Lest I'll drown in despair again.
So, my mom, be there,
Like a rock, like a fortress.
Tie me strong and fast to thee,
For I'm safe tied, than free!
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