Under a white blanket
There is a pink armchair
The throne of a Queen
Who is no longer in her lair

Sorry for everything I’ve done
All the times I yelled
When you said: No son.

Sorry for not listening
When you told me
Not to trust in those who are smiling
And pretending to be friends with me.

I remember you say
Don’t come late
Or detention will be your fate.
I slammed the door I returned with the day.

You‘were crying
And asked me where I was
Now it’s my turn
To want to know
Where is my Queen laying.

Under a white blanket
There is a pink armchair.
The throne where you used to read
All those romances I hated
And now my life they lead.

Sorry for not taking care of you
The way you always did for me.
I just want to say
Please comeback to me,
Please yell at me,
Please be mad at me.

Sorry If I hurt you
Sorry If I let you down
Sorry for everything I’ve done.

Under a white blanket
There is a pink armchair.
The throne where you admired the sunsets
I watched me arriving home.

In my heart you’ll always be
Like once I was in yours
I hope you forgive me
And above the stars I want you to see
How proud I I’ll make you feel.

Across the living room
There is a pink armchair
Where a woman is sitting
With a smiling face
Prettier than space
Staring at the window saying
Where were you?
Are you okay?

I smile back at her
And with my eyes about to cry
I say thank you Mom.

Thank you my Love.