I sigh sadly on my fate,
it is my fortune that I hate.
I heard the sweet words my mum daily used to say,
but sadly it just wouldn't be today.
listening lullaby every night,
crying in her lap after every fight,
in her cozy arms where I usually lay,
but sadly it just wouldn't be today.
the sweet custard made by her hands,
and the birthday cakes of my demands,
giving me love that I can never repay,
but sadly it just wouldn't be today.
and now that I see you lay in deep sleep,
I find a lump in my throat but can't weep,
words REST IN PEACE written on your grave,
tells me that you are happy which makes me brave.
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