WHEN I COME HOME.. Maid Corbic

 

I will remain your mother alone in this world, without any hope
I am afraid to embark on a journey of life and death
Nothing will be the same as before if I leave you, know that
I will want an old bed and my books standing in the corner of the room
Dusty though, they have become dear to my heart
I will return as an assistant to review each cover and sheet carefully
And to write the best theses in life that could have existed
Or to tailor a world better than this which is now, full of malice

When I come home old mother, I will feel pain for my past
Which I may have been rude to you in adolescence
He was often angry at some things, even though I knew you were right
But then for me my world was a colorful cut

When I get home, I won’t be greeted by a sweet apple pie
Which tired hands prepared only for my eyes and stomach
For it is a hard struggle son in this world, to be dignified
A man who will adorn the whole world with his appearance and advice
And I wish I was right next to you now to flutter my wings
That I am a magical fairy, so that I can shape a future better than this
But destiny has some better plans for you, believe in the impossible
Because God has given everyone something that we carry in ourselves passionately and clearly
Do not despair of what is not currently known to you
And maybe the old mother will come to life from the grave and say that everything is great

The courtyard blossomed old from her calloused hands work
How could they greet me with the scent of spring darling
Although it didn't happen, she saw in me everything I couldn't
She saw the strength of that hero whom she had bravely given birth to as yesterday
She saw all the dreams he wanted to build tremendously
She saw the light of the soul she gives to all, and they return it with malice
She saw the love he was giving his ex, that she hated him now
She herself knows that there is no cure for it, time heals all the wounds of the world
But how to get over what is dear to your heart and become foreign
Suddenly like a transversal passenger of life he came
And he stopped on platform number twelve with a squeak of the brakes

She waved to me on that journey to calm the soul of her life
She dreamed that I would have everything that others could not have
And she waited years, centuries and thousands for accomplishment

When I come to that house of mine after twenty-nine years
I only see the white wall and some new people that existed
I did not see my parents, except they told me with their finger
They looked at me silently, I knew all that before them
When I got home, there was a photo left on our hastal
Embraced me and her in some more beautiful place in this world
I still shed tears today, but I go on bravely
People, keep what you have next to you
One day everything goes off simply
Like a candle in the dark
Like a fire burning in the home
Like a life that is short
To ignore your parents.