For you, I will dream again.
I will go back to that naive, carefree, possible world where
seeing your smile of pride was the fuel that fed my engine.
I feel like a fraud taking advantage of that smile.
Yet making you cry would be the real crime.
Inside me, I want to be the genuine reason for your pride in
motherhood
When I venture into that seemingly proud and fulfilled
place,
I want to be able to boast of what sterling example of an
object of pride and affection I've been
I want to believe in my child and never stop
Otherwise what is the point in this relationship?
This one between mother and child?
You believe
In me!
So I want to keep on believing
Thank you for keeping on dreaming for the both of us.
