even if today wasn’t the day, my love
for you to fruit

i have faith, that oh, there will come
a season

for just you

to blossom


sometimes, when i’m on my own, ma
i wonder,
if we were all to be reborn
oh would you still wish for me, ma
to be your child?

even if so far,
all that i’ve caused you
is but pain
and disappointment


oh would you still,
want to be the one, ma
to nurture me
in your homely womb

even if ma,
i failed to become
all that you hoped for
me too


oh would you still be willing, ma
to accept this incompetent son of yours

even if i was
but mere darkness
that only added to the baggage
that you were already carrying


now that i cerebrate
perhaps it was you, ma
who was the ill fated one
for you had a son
such as me


maybe you would have been
much better off, ma
without this impudent son of yours

who failed time and again
to maintain
that beautiful smile of yours


perhaps i really did not deserve, ma
to have an angel
such as you
as my mother

oh, forgive my selfishness, ma
for wishing myself
to be yours again

only to hope
that oh in the next
you mother someone
who’s worthy of receiving
all that you offer