You’ve been a naked newly born
Mama rejoice while you mourn
Birth pain turned to joy
Hearing the doctor saying, “he’s a boy.”
Time flies as you started to walk
Learned to speak a few words to talk
Your selfishness and fragile life
She protects with sleepless nights
She molds you in her own way
Until you grow enough to go astray
You’re loved yet felt owned
After what she’s done, she’s now alone
Mama got old and can’t say a word
You visit her from your troubled world
Letting the silence speak words
You’re not that old, yet can’t say a word
Weeping for the joy you can’t define
Mama’s pain dissolved through the tears in her eyes
After years playing your own toys
You’re still your Mama’s Boy
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
You’ve been a naked newly born
Mama rejoice while you mourn
Birth pain turned to joy
Hearing the doctor saying, “he’s a boy.”
Time flies as you started to walk
Learned to speak a few words to talk
Your selfishness and fragile life
She protects with sleepless nights
She molds you in her own way
Until you grow enough to go astray
You’re loved yet felt owned
After what she’s done, she’s now alone
Mama got old and can’t say a word
You visit her from your troubled world
Letting the silence speak words
You’re not that old, yet can’t say a word
Weeping for the joy you can’t define
Mama’s pain dissolved through the tears in her eyes
After years playing your own toys
You’re still your Mama’s Boy
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