stand on your own feet

When we are small

We run to our mothers

Hiding behind their aprons

Unwilling to face our world

When we were young adults

We thought we could stand on our own

We show our rebellious spirit

Our mothers cry to sleep

When we turned into adults

We have to face our own demons

Running to mothers isn't the option

It is our world to fight and live

But sad to say

We still find some never get over it

They still run to their mothers

They are afraid to see their world