But she is strong, like fire and rain. She hold my
hands, and shields me from pain. Oh, she loves
me, and tells me that our love is like fire in the
night, and it will always burn bright.
No, there is neither wind nor water which will
extinguish our true because it was sent from
heaven, you know, straight from God above
and maybe someday you will know, yes, you
and all those others who laugh and scorn and condescend
because you are all jealous of my mother.