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"Momma, it hurts, make it go away,"
in a flash, she was there wiping tears from your face.
"I'm scared momma, I want to go home,"
your first day of school, she never left you alone.
"Momma, what's that, please, I want this,"
she always found a way to grant you your wish.
"Momma, why not, I'm still gonna go,"
go you did but she haunted your soul.
"Momma, I'm sorry, it won't happen again,"
the tears she cried just destroyed you within.
"It wasn't my fault, you chose to decieve,"
though, she knew you were lying, she chose to believe.
Right or wrong, beside you she stood,
in all the bad, she found the good.
Her precious boy, her growing young man,
at the gates of Hell, with you, she'd stand.
"Momma, I'm fine, everything is alright,
there's no need to worry, it was an innocent fight.
No, I'm not smoking, I told you I quit,
please, just get me out, I promise that's it."
"She's already been there, she helped him pack,
it killed her when she saw his face swollen and black.
She loves him so much but what else could she do,
she's dying from the pain she knows he will go through.
Halfway home, she stops the car,
she cries for her son under a blanket of stars.
So lonesome the sound of the nightly winds,
over the sounds of her sobs, she hears him again.
"Momma it hurts, make it go away,"
she gently kisses his image that refuses to fade.

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