Mother
Mother, oh, Mother. I am your first born son. Promised to love me, keep me in the warmth of your arms. Mother, oh, Mother. what have I done? To look at me with such eyes, such who carries disgust. Mother, oh, Mother. Sadness twists my heart. Where is the hand who use to wipe my tears, when I fell down? Mother, my dear mother. Ive done nothing wrong, just tried my hardest which still was wrong. Mother, oh, Mother. Do not kneel before my grave, do not miss me when there's no air in my lungs. Mother, oh, Mother. I've tried, but one could only hold on, For this long.
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