A baby cried, a baby cried
On it's little crib, it lied
A mother's call, he needs her now
To duty she comes, "don't cry
         my little one, I'm here now."

A young boy cried, a young boy cried
On his feet home with a bruise on his side
A mother's call, he needs her again
Mother cooked, "I better have
          his favorite again!"

A teenager cried, a teenager cried
He felt alone, no one cared
A mother's call, he needs her for the countless time
Mother left work, "to hell
              with the deadline."

A grown up cried, a grown up cried
There's no more job, no money left; he sighed
A mother's call, he drove home
Frail mother went to kitchen, " I should play
              our favorite song."

An old man cried, an old man cried
There's no time left, it is his final time
But his mother's calls, he recollect that night
"Dear mother always say: 'It's gonna
           be alright'"

With that

                he smiled,

              "I'm filled with mother's love"