Down the eyes tears roll’d..
Mama don’t leave my hold.
Legs are weighty,
The way ahead is creepy;
Why let me go?
You say I, ve grown,
The stranger beside me is my own.
What, if he cons?
Who should I turn upon?
Why leave my hold?
Why leave me lone?
Wandering love..
Mama who do I hold?
Lonely, forlorn, deserted;
Incessant tears unfold.
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