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You always did the best you could,
To make your children grow up good.
You always worked to make ends meet,
To give your children food to eat.

For I saw you down on your knees,
Working in your dungarees.
Working hard just to get us by,
But never once did I see you cry.

You always sang a happy song,
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
But somewhere, Mom, I went astray,
And broke your heart each Mother's Day.

You always gave me all you had,
And in return I made you sad.
I guess I didn't understand,
Just what it took to be a man.

For I forgot to be your son,
And was blind to the damage done.
But, Ma, you taught me right from wrong,
And now I sing a different song.

I sing a song of happiness,
I sing a song of joy and bliss.
I sing when I am on my knees,
Working in my dungarees.

I sing a song of peace and love,
A song to you and God above.
And I'm so proud I can finally say,
"I love you, Ma, Happy Mother's Day

9 MEI 2010

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