Mother, who are you praying to?
Your bowl of food and hunger reaches out to the gracious soul
Yet the sunshine bears you no fruit
All your sons have gone to the jungle on a hunting spree
They will win you a new horizon after a warring time
When will you be the mother courage of all?
Not a single soul stares at your wretched destiny
Not a single face kisses the shadow of your forlorn hope
This is time for no remorse
This is time for another course to choose
Let the world forsake you in a land of wilderness
All your sons will bring life and light in your forsaken destiny
Fill your bowl of love with more blessings
Why are you praying for nothing?
Your warring sons will come dead alive
I am your only son praying for for blessings
I will be born and reborn in your shadows
Beg me blessings, mother!
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