I want to feed you
Not feed the flame
I want to be the field
I want to be the rain
A seed inside your heart
Till the soil
Plant the crops
I want to be the harvest
And with the sunshine of love
We watch it grow

Not feed the flame
Not pushing wood unto a hearth
Tumultuous skies
And violent earth
And uneasy heavens
The only fire I want to feel
I use to cook for you a meal
Eat until you have your fill
Leaving room for my dessert

I want to feed you
Sustenance in ****** form
Nourishment for the soul
I want to feed you
You're starving appetite
I want to be your bread
I want to be your meat
A kitchen in a castle
A recipe for a queen
Ingredients in order
I want to be your dinner
The last meal that you eat
Before you go to sleep
I want to be your dream

The last meal that you need
And everything was leading to
From the seed, the soil, the rain
The time it took to let it grow
The mind that cultivates
The hands in the field
The back-breaking labor
The knowledge of the chef
I am your food
Laid upon your table
I want to feed you

My mother  grew  up  in the sand
among wolfs and sheeps
The herd  was  her family
She was a nomad
And the first to flee in her generation
She  ran with her family
when  the  bullets  hit our home
My mother carried all of her children
in her arms
Through landscapes she
Saw lions and elephants running
She saw the fear   in their eyes
Our paradise   had been sold to the devil
and  everything with a soul was leaving
When the sky turned dark
she  climbed over spike fences
and crossed the border
There wore   her brothers awaiting
and their eyes glowed in the
dark 
Greeting her to safety
My mother  built a house with her hands.
Only to witness it being torn down
My mother   is a warrior,
she  survived  the worst
and gave me the best
a future.