When I'm alone, at night
Far from people's sight,
I cry.
I cry because my mama goes to bed without food
But mama acts like everything is good
I cry because mama got a young daughter
Whom poverty might slaughter
Mama says to me: "you are our last hope"
Emotionally I'm trying to cope,
Her smile, is what stops me from hanging off a rope
She doesn't have to know
That,
When I'm alone, at night
Far from people's sight
I cry,
But make sure none of her hopes shall die
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