MY MOTHER
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Friends galore around
I talk and I laugh;
I do have the freedom
To do what I like...
I sing, I dance and
make merry;
There is, however,
lacking something-
It's you my dear!
Oh you dear,
How often I miss you!
You are not there-
When I sit with my book
To give me a glass of milk;
When I can not grow
To push me from behind;
When I am in distress
To console me in your lap;
When I am in darkness
To lead me to light;
When I am lost in the wilderness
To show me the path;
When I am nothing
To make me something.
Often do I get angry with you
Often do I neglect you
Often do I ignore you
You have loved me the same, non-the-less
I am nothing without you,
Maa, I am nothing without your love.
