Walking the streets of Montmartre

When I was walking alone, I wished that I can reach the end of the road. 

But when you walked with me, I wished the road would never end 

because I would rather be lost with you 

than reach the end without you

To my dearest Mom

These are my tiny hands 
That play and touch and feel 
Curious to know what it's all about 
Wanting to know what's real 

These are my hands 
Small as they may be 
To touch you and to hold you 
My hands you have given me 
When I am grown, look to these 
Remember how they touched you 
Remember how they held you 
Remember how tiny they were indeed 

Still standing

I'm still standing

I'm still trusting

Still motivated

Fully persuaded

I'm still holding on to what I believe