When I was young I remember being so annoyed
I thought, did she enjoy giving spanks and scold

To everything she said, I didn't listened
I'd been that curious girl feeling imprisoned

Though food, money and everything is scars
I was lucky to be sent to school and learn the charts

Yearly we have to gather and recycle notebooks
Good thing government offers free books

My mother wants me to join a band
But my mind is just into shore and sand

Spank is her way to keep me on dry land
Every spite was in this little girl's mind

With the intention to gives us further education
She took next station and pursue that job application

Since she left and work outside country
I miss the teachings, spanks, and her being funny

Old enough to go and travel alone
Sad that I just can see you on the screen of my phone

I see you in all beautiful flowers that I pick
I feel you in all plants that I don't want to kick