I found your mother by the side of the road yesterday.
Took her home.
I knew I could never hope to heal the broken hearts of broken homes, so she came with me.
I took her to the roses in Vienna. To the Hong Kong skies. To birds which fly forever in twisting turning tales before you were born.
I took her to see the dreams of Babylon.
You said goodbye in Berlin.
I found her there in the airport. High winter, among the stars.
She was waiting, under the all the wars and bricks and walls.
I found her sleeping with her eyes open. So I took her home.