when will i see you again, it has been five months?
will you not come home? i know i must finally go home to see you again.
why have you taken my child?
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When Will I See You Again
when will i see you again, it has been five months?
will you not come home? i know i must finally go home to see you again.
why have you taken my child?
such a gift to take back from me now; have i not suffered enough?
where is he? who takes cares of him now? does he ever think of me?
the pain is so deep, somewhere that i have never been before; the sound of the cry is not human like when it comes out of me.
any mother that has lost her child i know how they feel now. there is nothing worse.
sweet child sleep and rest in peace i only dream of when i will see you again.