The one that takes the knowlege.

The one who carried on.

The wish of going to college,

Is the fear that brings a dawn.

I look upon others

For the help to bring hope,

But what of the mothers

Who sit around and mope.

To have their children leave,

To find a new home.

Its a new breathe to breath, 

A new path to roam.  

The greatest wish of a child

Is the fear of the mother.

For them to become wild

Or to end in a mudder.