Painting by: Pankat
Written by: Lily Zara
Mama
We sit here in our dreams.
We sit here on a stream;
All you ever think is Mama…
Well Mama was everything;
You didn't stop to think that every move you made would hurt Mama….
Why do you coward, why do you shrink?
Why do you sit here, and cry yourself to sleep?
Mama isn’t coming, Mama isn’t real;
Everything you’ve asked for, isn’t coming near.
Now we sit here, we barely look around, you barely speak a word, I barely understand.
The shadows keep growing, the sun starts to fade, the night begins showing everything we’ve made.
You don’t understand, you don’t make a stand;
You sit here in disguise, wishing it would span.
You have nothing, you may have something;
We both know, there’s nothing you can show.
Why do you coward, why do you shrink?
Why do you sit here, and cry yourself to sleep?
Everything we’ve done, everything we've made,
Everything we wanted was to make it to the stage.
Everything we did was for Mama…