A mothers love

She took my hand and brought me aside,
All I did was stand there and cry.
She told me that my mother had died,
All the time I thought she had lied.
She had died from all the drugs,
The dealer had left beside his mug.
Now she lives in the heavens above,
Today I live without a mothers love.

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