Am not too old to cry
Mama, I need you to wipe my tears
When things go wrong
I will be coming home
When I can't hold on
I shall walk to your loving arms
Am not too strong to lose
Mama, I need you to cheer me up
When down in bow, goes my head
Could be coming home,
When I can't seem to take long
And about to say ‘' I am done''
I am not a man enough death to despise
Mama, I long for your loving arms
Suddenly am alone in thins old, rugged room
Talking to walls that can't talk back
Staring at mirrors that just stares back
I's coming to me that am suddenly alone
Am not too old to need you
Mama, I am still your baby boy
When she makes me cry
I'll look for your hands, tears to dry
Take my dreams away
And get me hope to stay
Am not too brave to stay
Mama away from thee
Alone, to walk and fight
Risks taking without thine shield
I'll be turning back to thee
Every when I'll be filled with tears
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