Where do we go? When we no longer have a home? The flowers under the concrete, Mom, Tell me, Where are we going? Will we ever really know? Or do we just pretend, all the time? Where does the heart go when it gets lost? In doubts and winters? Why do the days look the same? Do we ever see what we put together? Mom, tell me. Beyond the storm, there is Love, love, love, When the sky opens, Everything becomes calm again And everything is fine. Where does it go? Happiness, this fragile thread, When it falters and breaks? Mom, tell me, Where does it go? Why does the world seem so big, When we become a little bigger than before? What happens to the dreams that slip away? And the memories we forget? Will I always have questions? Maybe I'll make songs out of them. Mom, tell me. Beyond, There is a storm Love, love, love, When the sky opens, Everything becomes calm again And all is well.
