by Matthew1018@xiami.com





Mother, where are you today?

You took a piece of me

the day you went away,

No recollection

nor the smell of your perfume,

I took a piece of you

the day I left the womb.



Brother, put your needles down.

The best thing for you

is to leave this awful town.

Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.

If you see mother,

tell her I can sing.





Please don't worry,

I am doing fine.

You're much too busy,

to even find the time,

So use your chemicals

and take this to your grave,

The boys you left

are men you didn't raise.



And daddy, how are you today?

You must be proud of the boys

that you have raised.

Your withered heart,

and everything its seen,

Your cuts and calloused hands, you had kids to feed.

You had kids to feed.





Please don't worry,

I am doing fine.

You're much too busy,

to even find the time,

So use your chemicals

and take this to your grave,

The boys you left

are men you didn't raise.