A step at a time,
a child grows up.
He starts to whine,
screaming like a little pup.
He sees the light,
the constant protector.
The light through the night,
his only believer.
But soon he walks,
right out of sight.
But the light blames him not,
she cries in the night.
So silently she screams,
not letting him near.
she fear that all those hints,
will show the weakness in her.
Above all troubles, above all thoughts,
desert and abandon, never neither.
The son must stop, take a little halt,
to see the work,
           the work of a mother.

-Chin