Craving For a Mother's Love
There’s a little girl inside of me craving for a mother’s love.
Wishing for her to speak to me from her home above.
Craving for a mother to hear me speak and minister to my pain.
In need of mother to hold me close during the storm and rain.
Fifty years upon this earth and still need mother’s hand.
Trying so hard to walk alone in this cold, cold land.
Mother is gone, grandma too where do I go from here?
Craving for a mother’s love Oh how I wish she was near.
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