The mother and daughter.

Your mother is always right.

As the clouds float by, I stand on a high mountaintop in the windy sky. I can still see your mom in the stars, and the sparkle in your pretty blue eyes and soft ivory skin is no surprise. I can see in your mother's eyes when she tells you to marry the type of man you'd want to raise your son to be like. Then the sun will shine bright, and you can watch the moonlight in the cool summer breeze of the night. There won't be any more fights because your mother is always right.