I carried you for nine months, and with your first breath I became your mom.
And with every step you took, I took one behind you in case you should fall, I would catch you.
I tried so hard to be the best I could be.
I came from a family that was used to losing.
So, I refused to let you see, I had you young, I'm sorry, you grew up perfectly.
Years have passed and I started to lose my way.
I looked for you, but faith would have it another way.
So, now I try to call, but you don't pick up.
I hear your happy, so why am I so mixed up?
I love you son, I'm hanging up.
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