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God, if there is any,
I call on you and no other,
To answer this prayer above plenty,
Because I need approval from my mother.

I know that she may not be woke,
So please, touch and guard her all night,
Because she is my rock, my hope,
And I want to make things right.

If it's not too much to ask,
I would like to pray three way;
My being a backslider, it might be a task,
But can she hear this, as I pray?

Mother, I love you more than life,
I wish I could tell all of this,
Like I would state to my future wife,
You are the reason why her joy exists.

You went out on a limb,
To give birth to me as a teen;
Although you have a heart problem,
You still gave life to my being.

I love you, mother, with more heart
Than the one alone that I have;
I can't thank you enough to start,
For all you have done to see me laugh.

Somewhere down this line for us,
We had diverge, yes, we parted;
The lack of compassion, deserted trust,
Left us both brokenhearted.

Mother, I could condone you,
Yet, I have to blame myself,
Because I was wild and grown too,
Just too much for a mother to accept.

We need to set our difference aside,
Once and for all to become a family;
Even if there are rules by which I must abide,
I see, a man can't make it in Miami.

Mother, Would you take me back?
Twenty years old, wishing to better my life,
Accept me, matter of fact,
Witness me become a dad and wed a wife.

Thank you, almighty one
For granting to this prayer mine;
I feel the effect what has been done,
I know that in your name, things are devine.

Oncemore, I say thank you,
Amen, amen...

and Amen!