Mama,
How should I thank you,
Mama,
Only thanks; since I grew,
All your dreams Mama,
Was for me to be righteous and true,
Born to be great,
Is what you meant,
Trouble and pain was not for me to meet,
Under your wise words I had my grit,
Fought for me since young to be fit,
Pens and Paper was my school kit,
I love you Mama,
For me,
Love you will give,
For you,
I will fight for Mama
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