Trying to run out of my comfort zone

By: Sarah Joy P. Vidallon

I
I know that you care
But sometimes your rules are hard to bear
You always hope that I’ll be who you want me to be
But it shows no freedom for me
You’re holding me back when you’re holding my hand
But I guess you don’t understand

II
I know that you worry, I’ll end up alone
But I guess you don’t need to feel sorry
Because I always choose to stay at home
Maybe my decisions seldom sets
Well I know for sure, yours is the best

III
Those disciplinary rules of yours I can still remember
Looks like military rules I love to cherish forever
Now that I have grown up and having my own family
I share all of those my childhood memory happily
Look at me; I am disciplined as how you want me to be
Because I followed you every step of me

IV
Please forgive me for all the days I can’t understand you
Those days I’m thinking I want to be happy like other kids too
They are playing until the dawn, while me;
Looking at your hand-like-stone at home
Thinking on trying to run out of my comfort zone

V
The days and nights I wish I could exchange parents
To experience some kind of other treatment
But looking back the reasons why you choose that parenting style,
Is that I know you want me to stand proud with a smile
Knowing that I can handle everything even I’m apart a thousand miles

VI
Maybe I rarely hear you say sorry
But when I become a mother, you are always part of the story
You never used to say the words I LOVE YOU
Because you make sure we feel it and return to you
For being the best version of you, I say I LOVE YOU

VII
Thank you for letting me feels that way
Nothing more I have to say
You are the best parents for me
The greatest blessing God has poured me
I hope your Grandchild experience the same
Because they can never find a Grandparents the very same