Last time I saw my vines,
I was 8 years tall
Last time I held love,
I was 8 years tall
She gave her last breath
While giving my brother life
Luckily he lived to tell the tale.

My mother never left Earth
My brother was my mother at her younger age
He was pretty although he was pain.

I started creating love with every smile I received
My life became a tale
Rebounding in tears inside as I saw my brother smiling
I never surrendered hope for a brighter lamp
I kept on holding my 1inch candle
As it all started becoming a tale
Till my grumpy teacher torn my School trousers
It repremended the thought of having no source of love .

Suicide enrolled in my muddy thoughts
Till I saw my mother smiling through my brother
The candle lit in volumes.