How can I fly without my wings?
What kind of bird that never sings?
Without direction where should I go?
Why are you leaving when I need you so?
No answers for these questions of mine.
One wrong move, just one step out of line
the consequences would be final, I fear
the message at last would be loud and clear.
Why can´t you hear me when I quietly speak
and give me what I so desperately seek?
I know I am asking way too much
it is far too late for a mother´s touch.
Still for a moment you gave me just that
something I have never ever had.