Call Not Recievec

How many overlook their moms on Mothers day?
I wonder are they busy, at home or work or play
Hours pass I'm furious, still no call, revolver glows
Pride wont let me dial, I swear I didnt know
In bed as I lay planning the words that would be said
Rehearsing the hell i'd give him,my son lay there dead
If my voice would have made a difference, i will never know
If going back were possible, I would surely go
Then getting over Mothers day I would not have to try
To do anything but miss my son and cry and cry and cry

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