Mother Home

Mom,
I am coming home
carrying all the things i get from Arab
taking you home something that you wish

bringing all the sweet things from the pain I earn
Mom,
I am going home
giving you something that you admire
something about me something about your beloved son
Mom,
I am not taking the sand from the desert
I am not carrying the breath of Arab
I am still same like what you really know
I am still a son that always make you close your left eye
I am still a kid who always believe that the paradise is really under your foot
Mom,
I am coming home
to kiss you, to hug you, to embrace you thightly
I want to breathe deeply with your smile
Mom,
here i come....bringing the only thing I actually have
bringing love for you

mother home,
Riyadh, 4th July 2012