Mother

When I was a kid I heard a lot of stories out there
Most of them made me waste a lot of time
A lie well told and the stars ask me to run away
And there to a quiet place

Many things only make sense after we learn to love
When spring comes smell the flowers for yourself
Because you must also feel the dead plants to fall
And overcome until autumn is gone way

This is life
Give meaning to our lives, even if we have to love
Make our choices even if we have to give up others
What choice has a female who sees her puppies in danger
What choice does the storm have in front of a boat
What choice do I have for your love