the way my mother speaks
2012
2012
She and her paper towers and streams.
Me and my teenage freedom and dreams.
I grow, she ages, our relationship changes.
Our voices meet,
Me and my teenage freedom and dreams.
I grow, she ages, our relationship changes.
Our voices meet,
over increasing ranges.
Chased by the relentless time,
Daunted by the inevitable death,
We both know very well,
They will, one day, snuff out our breath.
Chased by the relentless time,
Daunted by the inevitable death,
We both know very well,
They will, one day, snuff out our breath.