Walking alone under the harsh sun
Walking alone under the harsh sun I can see your innocent smile. Mum, your love is my temple; your face is my prayer. Mum, without you, life is so rough. When I close my eyes and see a striking butterfly Surround me in my sturdy stage and my gladdest times. You fly into my imaginings, and when I am slumbering You will always be an Angel infinite. Mum, still, I can feel your every fragrant breath and begged that each one wasn’t your ultimate. But the time was so cruel with me, Mum. I wanted you to wake up and…