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