To My Parents Lyrics Novels & Stories

I have to find any way to reach back to my home. To the place I belong, to the people I live and breathe for. My mother and father, my world.

I asked as my parents sighed. “It means that it’s almost time for you to wake up, little flower,” my mom said as I whimpered, “Oh,” I said, realizing that I may never see them again, “Will this be the last time that I see you like this?” I asked, “Unfortunately, yes, but we’ll always be here when you truly need us,” my dad said as I sighed, “This was something that I truly needed, thank you,” I said as my parents stepped away from me before phasing back.

“I'm on my way I'm on my way On my way On my way I'm on my way On my way to you, oh” I choke back another sob when my parents walk out next with Axel’s little girl in their arms. A couple of oohs and aah’s run out through the garden. I smile seeing how sweetly my niece is sleeping. “And every heartbreak was a yellow brick road Pointing me straight, just taking me home I was never lost, I was just passing through On my way to you (On my way)”

"Stop. You're going to make me cry and my pictures will be ugly." "That's impossible." Gareth kissed my forehead and my heart ached for him. All the things he went through. All the pain and hardship his family had to endure all because dad thought they were beneath us. My tears fell when I heard the line “I know there’s only, only one like you. There’s no way they could’ve made two.” This song felt like home. I rested my head on his chest as we swayed and he kept singing along. "May I cut in?" my father said. The music was about to end.

“When we woke up, did you know we almost broke? One tear, a scream, a choke, the world was silent as we spoke. Nothing could change it, our bodies fought to submit. But something deep inside me told me that you always found the time to make sure that we grew up fine! But if I lose it all for you, was it ever really true? How do I start to tell you the truth of what I do? You’re the one who’s gone and shaped me, the single one who raised me. But does that mean I’ll ever find the truth to set me free?” The guitarist and the piano play their solos as I touch my chest with my palm, hoping everyone who hears these words will understand. I sing the chorus once more before the group’s instruments s

The gentle afternoon breeze caressed my skin as I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled with a sense of tranquility. ''Mom, I'm here now, your long-lost child. I'm sorry if this is the very first time that I have visited you...'' I whispered. ''I finally met dad. I wish you were here. I hope you are still alive, so I can experience the warmth of a mother's love. Even though you're not the one who raised me, please know that no one could ever place you here in my heart. You're my one and only mother. I love you, mommy...'' Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I managed to hold them back. Enzo gently squeezed my hand, and I felt my father's reassuring touch on my shoulder from behind. I turn

I’m coming, Mother and Father. And nothing would stop me.

"You were a lamp in our darkest nights, But you faded away when we needed you the most, And you took pieces of our hearts with you, To a world beyond our reach, Even now I cry over the life we could have had, I worry that you're all alone in that graveyard, Where father buried you and our happiness. It's winter again and I worry that you're cold. I would sell my life to go back to the day that you left, I would fight every monster that stole your soul away." I sing a piece of the song I recently wrote for my dead mother. My voice sounds soother than I imagined it could be. I take a deep breath before carrying on, but the air suddenly smells like a devine fragrance.

My father never talked a lot He just took a walk around the block 'Til all his anger took a hold of him And then he'd hit My mother never cried a lot She took the punches, but she never fought 'Til she said, "I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids" So she did I say they're just the ones who gave me life But I truly am my parents' child Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive Scattered 'cross my family line

My voice broke at the and instantly shifted my attention to the servants cleaning the swimming pool. It was not easy to hear from someone that I wasted his time. It only reminded me of my wasted efforts for my ex-husband. It was painful and broke my heart. My eyes simmered with tears. I did not want to encounter those painful memories again. “Father was listening. I have to show him that we both love each other. That I love you.” “Your father is not here anymore. You can go now, Sebastian. I can handle this. I don’t want to hear you saying I wasted your time.” It always reminded me that I was not something to be worth.