Mom

Seeing the eyes with scars to the eyes with fire She turned into a fire The fire that is growing with her With the thirst for growing never seen within her Like the warrior trying to save her clan Just for the sake of feeding him a can Unknown to him about the cruel world she works to survive for his survival The motherly nature has been seen to be turning into the weapon For the win of a crown placing it on him to see him as a king and her weakness turning back from the weapon into a soft mum