Where is my child,
My sweet love of my life,
Disappeared into a life full of strife.
As a mother I tried my best,
Looking for ways',
To make you one of the rest,
Sorry my children if I did fail,
I could only hope you wouldn't turn pale.
Then when the time came,
Your friends' showed you the way,
From this life, where you was just fine,
They brought you into a world of bad trouble and crime.
I am sorry my children if I did fail,
To bring you into a life that could help bring you back,
To your dear old mum and dad,
Who tried to get you up for school,
But instead you chose to rule.
I am sorry my son if I failed, I tried my best to keep you away from jail.
But you choose to turn pale,
For that life, the life of jail.
My daughter you came to worship with me,
In the night we stayed up by your bed,
Looking towards' God's sweet rest.
Then one day a young boy did come,
Not looking for you to be a mum,
Rather to share his bed,
Leaving in the morning,
To see all the Young ladies',
Leaving you,
Alone my sweet baby.
It's not to late to come back to your mother,
Looking for a renewable guidance,
I will be there to share your trouble,
I am so sorry my dear,
If you felt pain and trouble,
I will try my best to put your troubles' behind,
Away from a dirty life of crime.
