In the quiet night, will you stay by my side?
Whisper words of comfort, let emotions confide.
A reminiscence of innocence on the floor we share,
A little girl's dreams, a tender moment we wear.
No longer 17, yet time feels frozen,
Your gaze, like a spell, leaves me chosen. Caught in headlights, emotions astray,
In your sad eyes, I find my way.
Brush my hair, oh mother dear,
Before I drift into a sleep so unclear.
One last time, before tears cascade,
In your embrace, let my worries fade away.
I'm lost, entangled in the threads of time,
A yearning for words, a silent chime.
To say more when you weep, my heart yearns,
Yet, the unsaid in my soul silently burns.
Brush my hair, gentle and kind,
In this moment, solace I find.
Before I cry myself to sleep,
A connection so deep, memories to keep.
I should speak when tears fill your eyes,
But in silence, a part of me dies.
Stuck in fear, consumed by the unknown, A daughter's heart, a mother's own.
Brush my hair, just one more time, Before the echoes of pain and sorrow climb.
The fear that I'll become you, so true,
In this maze of emotions, what should I do?
Aches my heart, the thought of you at 17,
Brush my hair, a plea in the unseen.
In the echoes of our shared despair,
A melody of love, a mother's care.
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