Daughter

Mother tilts her head
Her tears rain in my eyes
I am so sorry
I am not your dreams

But I could never be
I was the creation of my own destiny

And I look at you in a different light
now

I always refused to climb your stairs
because I wasn't you
you never understood that

Mother, I was me

We rest on different mountains
I still dream of your eyes
and my small hands

and I try to see your point of view
but if you only knew

that I was different
that I was the birth of stars

and you just wanted me to be
A daughter