You said. I should be brave, I should be strong. I should be just. And I should watch our family along Most importantly, warmth should linger in the corners of our home.
I have been brave. I became strong, but just after I crash and fell. Just after I shed countless tears. I have been just, and I’ve been watching our family. With my childish heart, I forgot how warmth feels in a f home.
Beyond the orange hue, I wonder can I come looking for you? It breaks me how my brain cannot recover the sound of your voice, the warmth of your caress, and the echoes of your laughter. It pains me how I cannot cry to your embrace While my friends get to be welcome with a sweet caress.
When this orange hue came in contrast with blue. And l emit with a drowning hue. May my tears embrace my longing and sorrow. For the sky knows how my heart burns for you. Safe Skies, mom.
