Sunday, April 3, 2011

momma


momma, please make me some tea
i'm getting sick, pull a blaket over me
your comforting hands on my cheek and my forehead
knows more than what any themometer ever said

momma, you were always there when i needed you
and somehow you always knew just what to do
when i was sick, you poured chicken soup in my bowl
when i was conflicted, you prayed for my soul

i can never repay, all that is due
just remember, that i'll always love you
just remember, that i'll always love you

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