Oh, Mommy, whenever I tried to draw you; I was so ashamed of my painting.I drew so bad
I grew up and drew you no more
I made so many mistakes; I made you cry so many times; I've been eternally ashamed
Now that I've ran out of words; now that I've become so aware of your beauty; now that I want to throw myself in your arms and cry:
Would you accept this little bad drawing that I made?
I couldn't draw the rest; I could not see through my tears.
Forgive me Mommy; Forgive me for I have never learnt from you how to paint.
I made so many mistakes; I made you cry so many times; I've been eternally ashamed
Now that I've ran out of words; now that I've become so aware of your beauty; now that I want to throw myself in your arms and cry:
Would you accept this little bad drawing that I made?
I couldn't draw the rest; I could not see through my tears.
Forgive me Mommy; Forgive me for I have never learnt from you how to paint.
