You’re confident and sure
Assuming airs so pure
You see yourself unquestionably blessed
But here’s your mother gasping
In the rain you’re sending down
Of dagger words that pierce her weary chest
Now she can suffer daggers
And even cuts of swords
As long as she can see you through the rain
The question dear khalid
Is how will you survive
The Day you’ll need her loving touch again
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