Don’t start a fire

Alle moeders zouden waardering moeten krijgen, liefs Krage

You carry the roof on your shoulders
Each day that gets older
Four walls closing you
from all the things you can’t do

Oh mama, don’t start a fire
We will burn our little hands
Love could turn into ash
while you’ve taught us how to dance

Your worries of a goldmine
All what you are deserves gold
The duty to be the best mum
While you’re always in your soul

Hope you know what it means
to leave the ash behind
Years of sweat and dreams
the time is now to shine

You’ve been put out
You know you’re better than that
Even the best burns their hands
Though you fought against bad

You got a hidden sun
Cuz you live a silly rule
I’m proud to be a loved one
Of a mother that ain’t no fool!!

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