Listen

Mom finally understanding her daughter.

"All we want and all we need

Are those to come and hear our plea.

Who is there to sit and hear

What's on our heart,

not sit and cheer?

 

"Are you there,

I want naught of your "grin and bare."

Stop pretending and your common endings,

No more tolerating our constant talkings."

 

When I heard it at first glance,

My girl looked me in the soul,

I heard nothing but recompense

Then I listened to her heart

And saw the reason