"Call her beautiful",
Mother always said ,
You can win her heart,
If you gave a part,
Of your every day ,
See tomorrow as hers for the takings,
It's not so easy to love ,
But tell her you love her as tho simple it is,
Call upon heaven just to give her a dream,
Because being alive has to do with giving just to give.

"Tell you you're sorry"
Mother said with a tear,
Because you couldn't be their for her in her dreams,
Because you fell apart at the start of things,
Because for you to be fixed means to lose everything.

"Tell her goodbye"
My mother said watching me cry,
Because in all love ,
One dies before time.