I remember the first one as if it was today.
Brown hair, motherly eyes.
One Day she was taken away, Stepped out of the car without a "good bye".
I think she was the only one i truly loved.
I forgot her piece by piece and i died a little bit more each time i cried.
The second one is not as clear.
Dark eyes, Beautiful lips.
One day she was gone, torn away by another mother.
I think i loved her a bit.
I have now forgotten her completely, maybe she disappeared with the tears.
The others came, the others went away.
Flashing pictures, Dead faces.
One day she was blond. One day she was dark.
I think i have forgotten what love is.
I barely remember their shadows now, and they laughed at me.
The last one was lovely.
dark skin, crazy eyes.
One day she went berserk, and slided into the pictures i have of mothers.
There is no more tears to cry.
Instead I lock it up inside, behind bars that will never break.
Why shall I love someone again?
Can I love someone again?
I can see clearly now.
My soul is dead, my heart is black.
Only one thing remains, that picture in my head of my first mother.
