I sit in the soffa, waiting for rain, to let my sorrows slip away through my fingers like the honey slips through the spoon to melt with the hot milk, waiting for something I await yet is far away
I sit in the soffa, waiting for rain, to let my sorrows slip away through my fingers like the honey slips through the spoon to melt with the hot milk, waiting for something I await yet is far away
U help me dye my hair, sweet hands touching remembering when i was just a little bean, you settled me up in front of the mirror while you were drying my hair, as i though that little world was everything to me
*Mom*