i think i kno wat hurts the most
to once be my mother
but now for as much as kno ur a goner
up in heavan with God
looking down at us from above
telling me one day u'll come home
and dat u'll love me no matter where i go
dat was 11 years ago
but i will never let u go
ma u will never kno how much i miss u
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