I could endure the cold, the pain, the famine
I could live in agony in sorrow, in routine
I could defy time, fill the voids, even the wrinkles
I could forget who I am, lose my dreams, my self-esteem
I could take the contempt, the ingratitude, and the hatred
I could embrace boredom, solitude, the monotony
I could never swim, travel, or walk again
I could never speak, sing, or love again
I could be born again to do everything over but worse
And have neither father, nor mother, nor lullaby, nor smile

I am not afraid of shame, criticism, rejection
They could spit on my grave, tarnish my name, my past
And I could shut my mouth every day, bow my head
Every night, close my eyes on a bed strewn with thorns
I would abandon my friends, my homeland, my family
I could sell my soul to the Devil and even give him a price
Because yesterday, I saw nothing but chaos and misery
Because today, there is this happiness burning inside me
If you were no longer in this world
I wouldn't care anymore
If I no longer heard your laughter
I would have nothing left to lose
Without you my angels, it would be Hell on Earth
What would be the point of living if I were no longer your mother?

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