By - Mischell N. Sangma
Leaving to slay the foe,
Fight lifeís battle high and low,
Mother, can you hear me go,
Please pray from me today.
I spread my wings, I want to fly,
Seize my victories where they lie,
I am leaving mother, but please donít cry,
Just let me find my way.
I want to see & touch and hear,
There are dangers, there is fear,
I'll smile my smiles and dry my tears,
Please let me speak my say.
A lamp is shining bright in the window,
In the window, shining for me,
And i know that my mothers praying,
For the boy she is longing to see.
I am off to find my world my dreams,
Carve my niche, sew my seams,
Remember as I sail my streams,
I'll love you through life and death all the way,
It's the lamp lighting time in the window,
Then in dreams I go back to my home,
I can see that old lamp in the window,
It'll guide me where ever I go.