No longer will you make me feel like dirt,
No longer will you make me hurt...

When I was young, the sky was blue,
When in the backyard, I would play...

When we wonder what you’re doing
You’re probably on the toilet...

I love you…
God, how I long to say the words...

You ventured where people dared not go,
Was that a whisper, you heard far below...

I love you Mum,
I don’t always say those words aloud...