Mama, she has taught me well, Told me when I was young "Son, your life's an open book, Don't close it 'fore its done". "The brightest flame burns quickest". That's what I heard her say A son's heart sowed to mother, But I must find my way.
Rebel, mind your last name, Wild blood in my veins. They bring strings around my neck, The mark that still remains. Left home at an early age, Of what I heard was wrong? I never asked forgiveness, But what is said is done.
Mama, now I'm coming home, I'm not all you wished of me. A mother's love for her son Spoken, help me be. I took your love for granted, Not a thing you said to me. I needed your arms to welcome me, But, a cold stone's all I see.
