hey ma!

hey ma, did you hear about the dethroned queen,

who gave birth, in her brother’s dungeon, to a prince.

i’ve learned about the young boy who lost his head,

trying to guard his mother, got executed by a trident.

i stand behind glass, watch atoms paint your portrait,

just a wrong stroke and it will crumble our fortress.

when they were coming after me with burning logs,

you stood between like a wounded wall.

hey ma, i’m not a messiah but i deserve your love.

hey ma, i’m stupid to understand doctor’s words.

you might not be perfect but you make me wear my skin proudly,

and with you it’s easier to live in a world that only a mother can love.

hey ma, didn’t you tell me about god and demon;

former doesn’t listen to heathers, the later runs in shadows.

i’ve sung every single prayer your mother told me about,

but i might as well have blindly skipped some vowels.

when did i grew up that a pillow replaced your arm

but i can’t sleep until i see you breathe in the dark.

standing in hospital queue, listening to pilgrims’ folktales,

just a miscommunication and it will become a grave.

hey ma, i’m not a messiah but i deserve your love.

hey ma, i’m stupid to accept the truth i’ve known.

you might not be perfect but you make me feel worthy of affection,

and with you it’s sure to experience the security of a mother’s wisdom.