My own wither flower

I´m sitting at the kitchen´s table
Doing my home work, drinking some chocolate
My mom come running in in a hurry
With a basket full of dirty clothes
She smile and ask me how was my day

*She´s always doing everything
She look after the home, me and my dad
Now she look sick and tired
She look so worn out*

You must know that she didn´t looked ever like that
My mom was a beautiful woman
Now a flower, a wither flower

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She was so decided and quiet ambitious
She have always expected to get what no one was able to do
She have always got a goal to which arrive
And now she only do to feed someone else´s dreams

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A thousand times I´ve told her that she shouldn´t let herself treat this way anymore
A thousand times I´ve told her that she count on me
A thousand times I´ve insisted her and a thousand times she refused

She gave in to a life with no way out
Taking care about a man to carry out the dreams
That has been denied to her for being who she is
They have passed her by for being woman
Since then she´ve let herself knock down til become in who she´s today
She never get out of home but to buy the food
Sometimes she also get out to water someone´s plants
And the flower decline day by day

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