At nights I dream that I’m as kind as my mother
She’s a burning star brighter than all the others
She loves the whole world, and her heart is pure gold
She doesn’t care if you’re sick, or you’re poor, or you’re old
She teaches me kindness, but it’s a hard thing to learn
I could be a star, too, but I’d forget when to burn!
I wish I could love the whole world with her kindness and grace
I wish I could capture the compassion etched on her face
Things would be much easier if I’d only look away
Why, if I could do that, I’d be perfect in every way!
I’d be strong and loving. I’d pay no heed or mind
To those who hurt me, slander me, or harshly bruise my pride
But I’m not perfect, I’m not she who loves the world twice over
I’m a pebble blown away, while she stands like a tall boulder
And people love her and love me because I am her daughter
But I’m just the daughter of a star. My flames are quenched with water.
And I can’t turn the other cheek. I’m too much of a coward
My love is something weak and fleeting that my rage overpowers
So I look up at my mother, and revel in her light
The way she lights up the whole sky, with flames which burn so bright
They way she loves me through the night, even when I despair
The way that I know that she’s with me, always will be there