Take Me Home



Mama.
Mama, where are you?
Oh Mama.
Mama, why am I so cold?
Mama, oh Mama, oh Mama...
Why did you let me go so?
What did I do?
How could I have shamed you before my first breath?
Oh Mama,
Oh mama, why can't you love me...
Love me like you love my brothers and sisters?
I know my clothes are dirty
And my legs don't work well,
But I am a clever boy, Mama.
Mama, if you'll just take me home,
I will be a clean and good boy;
I'll even scrub behind my ears.
Mama, please...
Oh Mama, take me away from these streets.
Take me away from these noises.
Take me away from those men...
Those men who kick and stomp on my every night,
Then they laugh,
They howl,
And the women, they cackle,
All this while I cry in the shadows of a building, with no way to nurse my wounds.
Oh Mama.
Mama, I promise not to come in your way.
Mama, I can carry that firewood for you.
Oh Mama, please just take me home.
I promise to be good.
Oh Mama.
Oh Mama, it hurts, those things he does to me.
Mama, I feel so ashamed,
But I cannot hide,
There is no where to go,
When I try to run, she catches me
And then he laughs.
Oh Mama,
It's so cold.
Why am I so cold?
Oh Mama, oh Mama, please oh please.
Mama, if you'll just find me.
If you'll just take me home.

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