A little whisper, a little steer,
is all it took to make things clear…
from years I yelled,
I begged, I fret…
They stayed ignorant, which is why I was compelled…
said the mother as she sat, her arms folded on her chest…
But they are your kids, they are your own,
I have heard they are your pride...
they are fretting, they are sweating,
I think they now have no one to guide.
With all this ache, I see them caged in their fears,
they have sealed themselves, not letting anybody near…
How about letting go, of your wrath, your displeasure
how about accepting that they now seek no treasure…
They are vulnerable but staying strong
may be the lesson that you conveyed, is clear, its drawn…
I did, I had let go before…but they might just forget,
a big 'what if' is torturing my head.
I love them, I do, but there are more to me than them,
these flies, these trees, there is more to life than these human beings.
Just then the human, over heard and wept,
oh mother, I am sorry, for all the blunder I have let…
I did forsake you, my brothers my sisters,
I went on without regulation, I know that was sinister,
You're my mother and your love is equal to all
But I fed my egotism, that I was the best of them all…
A second chance I might not deserve,
but try, please try, oh mother, give me a last chance to serve!