Half of a Masterpiece

Mom and me, under the silent sky

Whispered dreams and questions why

Drop a bomb, see what remains

In the echoes of our refrains

Can it be, the truth, so facially clear?

Half of a masterpiece, drawing near

Damn these words, heavy in the air

Trying to find the pieces that are fair

Eventually, we'll understand

Hold the moments in our hands

Factual or just in mind?

Lost in time, what we find

Mom and me, just trying to be

In this world so wild and free

Drop the bomb, see what’s inside

In our hearts, we will confide

Have half of a masterpiece,

Together we create, never cease

Questions linger in the breeze

Moments slip, like falling leaves

Can it be, the truth is near?

Factual or the love we hold dear?

Mom and me, under the silent sky

Part of a masterpiece, you and I

Dropping bombs, we will see

The truth in you, the truth in me