I HEARD MY MAMA’ CRY

I HEARD MY MAMA’ CRY

When the morning rose which seems like a lifetime ago,

I was quite young, she had tears in her eyes,

Running down her face, why did you cry?

A child may see but blind to the reality,

All around, secretly something is happening.

I heard my mama’ cry, not knowing really why,

Day or night as I was a child, between her smiles.

Keith Garrett

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