You lied to me, mother

You said I could leave

When you told me to finish,

I felt the sickness once again

Is it too hard to see this?

To tell how much I can’t?

Maybe I don’t want to

That could be it

But then why would I feel sick

When someone just mentions it?

Please, mother, promise me

Tell me this will be the last

That I’ll never have to return

That I can live my life

And worship how I want