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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