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He goes away today With a smile on his face And a confident walk; A spring in his step. Dressed in army fatigues, Proud of who he is, Off to serve the people For queen and country.
[O] nly one day that you were my mum, you took so long to find. [N] ever wanted to let you go, please forever mine. [E] ven when you told me, that you had less time to live.
You are the wings that cut through the wind, Protection from the world and haven when I sinned. The one above all others that I can turn to, When all seems lost I know I can find you.
Good morning sweetheart Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart. It has been two months mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey.
One day there was a boy his eye was only 1 then. The old girl give him. A 1 eyeball then the boy put on his eye. One day his mother love him too much he go on school with his mother.
Look at me mummy. I'm standing on my feet. I've taken my first steps. I'll soon be running free. Look at me mummy. I'm on my bicycle. My feet can finally reach the pedals.
Mother, you did me right, you carried me nine months in womb, sacred tomb of your soul. Bore pain in birth like no man would suffer for me; you loved me more for that, than any man would ever dare.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go. The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the raindrops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
You were always with me, From birth to now, You have always been there for me, When times are down.
Cut through the knotted fog of stress The love of a mum who knows best House full of laughs yet again Making it real, different but always the same A few tears will be shed when you go A wise head,...
Dear Son, I remember when I hugged you close; Rocked away your fears, Sang and held you through the night, Kissed away your tears. So easy to fix any pain, That often befalls the young.
A young man finds the woman of his dreams and asks her to marry him. He tells his mother he wants her to meet his fiance, but he wants to make a bit of a game out of it.
Along the sidewalk, Where the river flows, Pedestrians walk; come and go, The wispy branches of the oak, Drift as if provoked, And the rain drops from the sea, Fall and fall continuously.
Mama tell me what the future brings. I need to know now, before the fat lady sings. All my friends are in a hurry. They're all leaving town.