Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native...
Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native...
Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native...
Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native...