DON'T CRY MAMA WHILE I TRY
Don‟t cry mama
for we are just pawns in this game.
I always try mama,
if I‟m failing, please don‟t blame.
We are puppets,
our steps controlled by nature the puppeteer, our lives they steer.
Till we hear the sound of the trumpets, let‟s
keep hopes high,
for our well-being might be nigh.
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