When the first daylight appears in the morning mist
I think about the time I spend with my mom
She was hoping that her son would soon return
Staring to the distance desire is fading away

Oh mother far away bound to me for life
Living in the skies where souls are roaming free

At the start of every single prayer
my mom will cross my mind
She was making tea, it's boiling on our stove
Staring to the distance her eyes are fading away

Oh mother far away bound to me for life
Living in the skies where souls are roaming free


Formation of mountains, imposing as they are
Only viewable with a sore lump in your throat
I will hold myself together for this world
Finding support for my dream, that's fading away

Oh mother far away bound to me for life
Living in the skies where souls are roaming free