I AM BACK…
The rest of the world admires me for my success,
I move and shake with each step I make,
All I touch turns to gold,
Thus all who see me want to be me..
But deep in my heart,
Im really pained, scarred… I am wounded,I lack!
On the streets I see scruffy, dirty and almost out of health little boys and In my pain I wonder..
Could that be my Junior, where can I find my son??
On the news I see stories of rescued street boys,
With tears in my eyes I wonder if mine could be among them.
I close my eyes to hide my tears,
And in that moment I recall your beautiful face.
At 17 and heavily pregnant; Mike my love nowhere in sight..
Dad the deacon won’t hear of such,
Mum in heaven, why did u leave me?
Here I am..loaded with a beautiful package prematurely received!
The best waa to have baby but leave him near the bus stop!
Now I seek thee my son in hope of attonning for my deeds,
You are meant to be with me…
You have a mother..
I am ur mother.
My heart is scarred with ur absence..
Know Im after you son,
I regret why I left you
Im coming for you sonnie,
Mummy is coming!