From dusk to dawn,
Pain to rain
with water showering
the face of the innocent.
I was innocent then
so lovely made
And peacefully protected
From the tripling thundering
thunderstorms, as my heart thundered
Of creeps , creeping my feet.
Oh my mama made me.
When the enemies
put adversity of pain before me
Guess what, she prepared a table
of joy , giddy .
I stepped and rose .
When thorns , they laid , my carpet-
She shamelessly made me a bed of roses.
She said ," Roses are red."-
Mama the sky is blue.
You made me
Mama made me.