Sitting With My Mama
Sitting with mama
Late at night
Holding her hand
Because soon
She may die.
Sitting with my mama
Like she did me
I was born with asthms
Now do you see.
Daddy and mama never
Left my side.
Now it my Turn
To wait with her
I say as I cry.
Sitting with mama
It the last thing I
Get to share.
All the memorys
Growing up so
This may be the last
Time I can show her
I care.
Sitting with mama
So I sing her a lulaby
Just like she did me
As a baby when
I was hungry
And cryed.
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