Friday, July 31, 2009

Come home

Come home, my son
I miss you
I miss your smiles
your lovely face
miss you shouting
miss you playing
miss you walking and race
miss you my child
come back home
mom is waiting
come back home
tears falling down my cheeks
I miss your crying squeaks
come back, my child
your mom will die
hear me, darling
listen to my cry

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