Mother
BROODS Lyrics

The nights are getting shorter
Time seems to be moving faster, and I am unsure of how to proceed.

I don't know where to go
I am lost and do not have a clear direction or purpose.

I am getting older
As time goes by, I am growing up and maturing into an adult.

And it's starting to show
The process of growing older is becoming increasingly evident in my life.

And ever since I left my mother
Since I have become independent of my mother, life has become more difficult.

It's much harder to know
It is increasingly difficult to make decisions on my own without the guidance or support of an influential figure.

How to make my own life here
It is challenging to create a life for myself in this new environment without any guidance.

How to make my own home
Creating a sense of belonging and establishing a new home in this environment is a daunting task for me.

I don't want to wake up lonely
I fear waking up alone without support or companionship.

I don't want to just be fine
Simply getting by is not enough for me anymore; I want to thrive and succeed.

I don't want to keep on hoping
I am tired of waiting and hoping for change without taking any action.

Forget what I had in mind
I need to let go of any preconceived notions or expectations and be open to new experiences.

I remember a time when a kiss on the hand was enough
I fondly recall a simpler time in my childhood when small gestures could convey great meaning and love.

'Cause we know we were free
During this time, we felt free and unconstrained, without any pressure or expectations placed upon us.

And we knew what it meant to be love
We knew what love felt like and that love was present in our lives.

But ever since I left my father
Since I became separated from my father, life has become more complicated and challenging.

It's much harder to know
I am struggling to make decisions and navigate life without guidance from a paternal figure.

When all I need is home
All I require is a place of belonging and a sense of familiarity to feel at ease and content.

This face's is starting to fade
Memories and experiences from my past are beginning to blur and become less distinct over time.

They're slipping through my hands
The memories and experiences that have shaped me are becoming increasingly difficult to hold onto and recall.

It's where my heart was made
These memories and experiences I once held dear are part of what has formed me into the person I am today.

And my feet will always land
No matter how far I roam from my roots and past, they will always remain with me and be a part of who I am.