My lady is my mama.
I would have written little more
If you had taken me to the shore
Where scenes and pupils are lot
Rather keeping me, in the front of God.
Mama, thy boy is in the trouble
Like the story in unrealistic fable.
Your best song been has forgotten
Once ye taught me in a kitchen
Mama I'm coming home
Living a place so called Rome
Bringing scars on a face as thy gift
By the trains scheduled in a shift.
I owed love not lady like her
In distance of So near and a far
But I have a lady in my always heart
It's thee, ever I won't fall a part.
