A mothers love

The angel i was
in the place i was born
living in heaven
living on air
given the freedom
now there's my heaven.

The first time i knew
which way the wind blows
in 1996
in my mothers arms

And now i know
that the wind blows still
and the wind still blows wild again
for a little child can never kill it's innocence this way
how come i can never feel the same today?
do you feel the same?
mother?
do you feel like back in 1996?

Lost and hopeless
never the same
like a little child
like known to none
way beyond the line
without my mothers arms
like it never was
in 1996.