Mama, spare me a thought

When you let go of that hand

Your lonely life may hurt a lot

But don’t blame me for the bones that thaw

I know I wasn’t always wanted

Inside these dirty walls

I wasn’t a dream that was granted

I know you wished for my fall

But spare a thought for the unwanted spirit

The one that haunts these tiny hands

It maybe cursed but it’s still a gift

For it comes from your fertile lands

The idea of me maybe daunting

But if I smile like an angel will you let me be?

If I promise to be a quiet darling

Will you then hold on to me?

Mama, I can tell we aren’t home yet

This fear you feel is a ruse

The real home will be full of love I bet

This is just a halfway house