Most nights I'm burdened
By unanswered questions
By loneliness
By sorrow
It's 3 am
It's your name I want to call out
It's your face I want to see
It's your arms I need around me
Mama, Mama
Where have you gone
Pick up and call
Maybe I missed your knock
Mama, Mama
The tears tickle the brim of my eyes
My body curls on its own
I do nothing but wonder
Give me back yesterday
Give me back shelter
Give me back comfort
Give me back
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