Wherever I go I hear your secret footsteps Mom <br />And I want you to tell something eagerly about my plight, <br />Like the olden days of your precious lullabies. <br />But I found myself totally dumb <br />Anyway I hear your mild footsteps and I follow your way Mom! <br /> <br />*Whenever I think of you Mom I feel like burning and I know you give me teardrops to survive.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-sure-that-fading-figure-is-you-mom/
