a baby born from a mother's womb
is a father's glory and same time tomb
they'd risk it all, they'd risk what's right
for the growth of their sunshine
up in a life of light

"mama! mama? look at me,
where is papa? i brewed bitter coffee."
mother didn't budge, she sat uptight
daughter can't quell her worries
yet slept through the night.

she then woke up, heard a bang from the door,
saw poor mother sobbing on the floor.
"help me up child, from now on.
father will hear us when the war is done."