Mamá

Sad night in the cell, between tears and choking, waiting for the news that mom is sick

I wish I could be with her, to keep her company, to hold her tight
Giving her a bit of peace as time goes by, the illness got worse
The doctors had to admit her, she can't visit me anymore

And here I am, locked up, thinking crazy thoughts
On my knees praying to God for mom to get better

And here I am, locked up, thinking crazy thoughts, with a picture of her in my hand
Oh God, please don’t take her away

Today I regret making her suffer
Today I regret making her cry
And for the anguish I put her through
Since the moment I lost my freedom

All I can do is pray
And daydream that I can hold her
I never cried so much while I was free
Just to be by mom's side

It’s Sunday afternoon, I’m waiting for news
About my mother, and I get a call with the worst news

And I burst into tears, I no longer have my mother
And memories flood me of when I was free, and I’m left with regret for not being there for her
For not being able to hold her, and now may she rest in peace

Today I regret making her suffer
Today I regret making her cry
And for the anguish I put her through
Since the moment I lost my freedom

All I can do is pray
And daydream that I can hold her
I never cried so much while I was free
Just to be by mom's side