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In a abandoned place I sit
alone ,a thought crossed my mind.

Sweet child of mine when
will you be home ,with me
a mother weeping in pain

trying to gain the strength to
ask myself why,why they
took you away

leaving me to cry in this grave

I wish I wasn't alive,to survive
this pain inside.

i sing this song from a dark
place where,my heart use to
belong

sweet child of mine when will you
be home with me,a mother weeping
in pain

A lonely tear fell beside my cheek
again on this christmas day,I begin
to picture your smiling face

opening up your many gifts,I realize its
just a dream.

I'm left behind to sing this song

sweet child of mine when will you be
home with me, a mother weeping in pain.