When Mama Sings
When Mama Sing
When mama would sing on Sunday it would bring me to tears
Lord knows I miss that voice I have not heard it for over 6 years
My soil would move to her her notes she would hit lord so high
I’m crying now but I know she is in the sky singing to God real high
Her voice was powerful bring you to tears
God I would anything to hear one my time to stop my tears
She could sing an open heaven gate up
As I watch her die it mess me up
This beautiful woman that gave me birth to this world
Lord knows without her its cold in this cruel world
My time cut short and God I was so upset
As I write right now my face is wet
That was my mama my weight in gold
The voice and hands that nurtured my soul
The cakes that made me go wild as a child
The woman at the stove with a beautiful smile
My healing hands that touch me
My boat to carry me through stormy seas
God knows my soul misses that voice from a person who was my everything
I know she in heaven and the sun shines when mama sings
SQ
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