She is waiting, and waiting
for you to come, for you to call.
You didn't come, you didn't call.
Mama she cried.
She cried and cried,
for you to come, for you to call.
I had comforted her,
while she cried in my arms,
Calling for you to come.
She cried herself to sleep.
Sleeping in my arms,
I silently weep for her.
My tears falling onto her face.
I weep for her innocents,
for she is too young to understand,
to young to understand that you don't really love us.
Even if you say you love us,
We know you don't.
I weep for her,
I weep for my family,
that you had torn apart.

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