Oh my son of my womb
am ashamed to call you my son
i cried each night in dark
when you were in my womb
cried for you to meet my poverty
escaped you 9 months from rest world
but lost you the day saw your face
leaving behind barren soul in me
your twin brother too young
your mother`s too poor
I tried death but stopped
looking your brother cries
am sorry my dear son
to leave you from my eyes
to sell you to feed your brother
to let you live a life of my dream
a life i could`not give you
and let your brother too
I dream each night of you
your presence beside me
even know you could never be mine
you got better mother
a life of joy, a life of dream
that i could never afford my son
But have a dream to see you like star
Shining in the night sky
And live my life with few tears in smile
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