MISS MY MOTHER

I opened the blue album
Full of dust and obsolete
I looked at a uniform stand
Small clean unblemished

Thought was floated
Formerly loving
Remembering all the stories of people
About my story

They said my presence is spoiled
Said their presence is cuddled me

The tones are beautiful
Presence is unraveled from you
Naughty cries of my lips
Not right so misery

Smooth hand and holy
Really Live capture this body
Soul and whole life
He was willing to give
They said my presence is spoiled
Said their presence is cuddled me

Oh Mother being and not
You do not you are always in my heart

Thought was floated
Formerly loving
Remembering all the stories of people
About my story

They said my presence is spoiled
Said their presence is cuddled me

Oh Mother being and not
You're always in my heart