Being an orphan means being in the cold,

To watch others bath in the sunshine of love,

For you to see them till you grow old,

Wishing this was something you knew of.

For me any love is gone

As there is no love for me to devour

Yet love is the word that keeps me going on

I dream of it each waking hour.

Here in this orphanage place

I dream of a wondrous mother

One with a soft blue eyes and perfect face

Who would never forsake me for another.

I count those days that have gone by

When I am lost without her

It’s become a problem to survive

To survive without a mother.

A soft knock on the door

I watch it swing open to reveal

A smiling woman like I imagined before

With blue eyes on her perfect face and high heels.

She looks at me and fate is set

We are mother and son at first sight

She is my mother and we’ve barely met

But we both know that we’re right.

Because I can sense the sunshine already

The song and lullabies I won’t miss

The word love and I’m ready

To feel her motherly kiss.