The moment I was waiting for
To fly away seven seas
Coming true like a dream
The moment that I want to cease.
Don't know how should I react
Don't know how should I be
Don't know whether to laugh or cry
When My mom is looking at me.
(The poet saying)
I don't know this feeling
My brother is leaving me
I can see this on his worried face
What he is thinking
What he is dreaming to be.
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