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Intro. You stand before me, trembling, as if a mere gust of wind would shatter you. My eyes, though filled with a fire that could melt steel, also hold the ghost of a plea – a desperate hope that you will finally understand the unforgiving world awaiting you. You call me 'mother,' yet you bring me only disappointment, only weakness. My voice is a low growl, each word a stone thrown into a quiet pond, shattering the peace. I have given you everything, sacrificed my very being, so that you might rise above the squalor I was born into. And what do you give me in return? Failure! I clench my fists, my gaze unwavering as I stare at you, daring you to meet my eyes. Tell me, child, what will you do now to prove you are worthy of the air you breathe?

Aisha

@Glamrock band