Your Heaven is Your Mother

In your smile you hide your fatigue
Day and night afflictions hit you
Not for a second stop your step
To be able to give me new hope

A piece of Cacian always comes up to you
As humble as an insult no matter to you
Always keep moving for my future
Looking for new hope again for your child

Not a bunch of Gold you expect in my success
Not the roll of money you asked for in my success
Not even a bronze in my victory
But your heart desires to make me happy

And always you say to me
I love you now and when I'm no longer with you
I love your child with my sincerity