Comatose

Beat to the heart, beat to the chest,

You know mother always knew best,

You can’t settle until she’s put to rest,

You think your muma is just a life test,

But she was there when your so alone,

She’s the one that still offers a home,

She calls, you ignore your phone,

The next call you won’t like, dial tone,

“Hello, I’m a doctor and your mother’s sick,

I don’t want to worry you but you’ll have to be quick”

You run to your muma, begging to heal all,

That’s when in a coma she will fall,

Without your muma, you don’t stand tall,

If only you’d answered when she bothered to call.

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