Dear Mother

I never say this to you mother,

but I am scared of darkness.

I don't show it very easily,

but I do care for you mother.

You know this mother, do you?

You know this mother...my mother.

Don't ever leave me in the crowd

for I won't be able to return home.

Don't send me so far away,

that you won't be able to remember me.

Am I so bad mother?

Am I so bad mother?

Whenever dad pushed the swing for me,

my eyes looked for you,

thinking that you would come and calm me down.

I could never tell it to him, mother

but I felt very cautious.

I didn't let it show on my face,

but in my heart I felt scared.

You know this mother, do you?

You know this mother...my mother.

I never say this to you mother,

but I am scared of darkness.

I don't show it very easily,

but I do care for you a lot.

You know this mother, do you?

You know this mother...my mother.

~

For a very dear friend.

Then and Now

Between then and now, 

lots has changed.

You and I, sigh, 

we have moved away.

Between dreams of yesterday

and realities of today

lie those memories, 

distorted here and there.

Beautiful they were, 

yes indeed very. 

Much as painful, 

ohh, they are today.

How do I forget them?

How should I?

Is there a way,

I can go back and say

"You are too good to be true,

so let that be.

Let's part our ways, *wink*

So Long and Godspeed."