puneetsingh
Putt punjabi
If I Could Give My Mom The World
Or Anything She Wanted,
I’d Give Her My Own Heart And Soul
And Leave My Own Heart Haunted.
I’d Take Upon Myself Her Life
With All Its Strife And Pain,
And Let Her Ease Into Some Space
Where She Could Live Again.
The Pain For Me Would Not Be Pain,
At Least Not For A While;
For I’d Be Doing It For Her,
And I Would See Her Smile.
Or Anything She Wanted,
I’d Give Her My Own Heart And Soul
And Leave My Own Heart Haunted.
I’d Take Upon Myself Her Life
With All Its Strife And Pain,
And Let Her Ease Into Some Space
Where She Could Live Again.
The Pain For Me Would Not Be Pain,
At Least Not For A While;
For I’d Be Doing It For Her,
And I Would See Her Smile.
