Mama's Tears
Mama's Tears
She looked so small and fragile
As she stood by your coffin with the lid raised.
Like a figure made of glass.
This time, I am afraid,
She might really break.
She placed her warm gentle hands
On your cold face.
One more time I heard her say,
"I love you."
Then she turned and walked away.
You didn't love her she is sure.
Or you wouldn't have drank your life away.
She doesn't understand.
You didn't love yourself enough to stay.
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