Tell My Mom II
Away from home,
I miss my mom, my brothers.
I pardon myself for the choice I made
life isn’t the same
as it used to be there.
From dawn to dusk, I starve
Don’t weep for me
I had to hold the sword
until the cessation.
I will be there, I will.
We will rejoice once more.
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