When I was a young girl, my Mom would always sing
Her love of music rubbed off onto me...
There she stands out waving her hand
With tears in her affectionate eyes...
Some days i wanna cry. Then some days i wanna stab...
By zayna...
I can see ur unarmed and breathtaking eyes
Trying to reveal my haunted disguise...
I breath for moments like this
moments of feeling alive...
Well yes,
you have had birthday kisses before...
The day has finally come,
for us to cry and cheer...
My birthday was today
It was real swell...
Today's the day that I walk her down the isle
She looks in the mirror and gives a nervous smile...
Mums are.......
Over working themselves to give you the best in...
I send my love
as much as i can...
Shes changed so much now
shes a beautiful eighteen year old...