Even With My Eyes Closed, You Shine

What does it matter if I’m caught in the rain,
when my heart burns with such fire?
What does it matter if the wind blows hard,
or if a storm rages inside me?
The moment I close my eyes,
you are still shining.
There is someone who makes me blind to everything else,
someone who makes my chest tremble.
I don’t need to look anywhere else.
You are enough.

No matter where a mother lives,
that place feels like home.
Where she is, that’s where the heart belongs.
At some point, you began to take her place.
Even when I wander the world like a drifter,
soaked by rain and battered by storms,
thinking of your light inside me
feels like being held in my mother’s arms.