Motherly love

A little, small toddler my baby boy was
He giggled when eating, making me laugh
A little, small toddler my baby boy was
How happy we were even without his dad
To a boy he grew, and made me proud
He would play football and paint the clouds
To a boy he grew, and made me proud
He would talk about Nina and we would smile
He grew even more to a teenager, oh boy
Bitter, sad moments for the two of us
He grew even more to a teenager, oh boy
His father never returned from that night
He grew depressed, we both wanted to die
But then he would look at me and manage to smile
He grew depressed, we both wanted to die
But I told him to wait and grow up to be a man
My baby boy was him, now he is a man
He left to Paris, but he calls when he can
My baby boy was him, now he is a man
He might be far away, but I see him right now
Now he has three children, I am so proud
He brought me to Paris, we are together now
Now he has three children, I am so proud
Death is coming, I can feel it, but I'm ready to die
He is happy, he grew up, my ultimate goal in life
Please son, don't cry, I will be gone for a while
He is happy, he grew up, my ultimate goal in life
I promise you son that I will always be by your side

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