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Mother my body is no longer warm;

my body is in below degrees I dont know whats wrong,

my body lost motion,

my blood does not seem to run like the Nile,

I have been walking miles after miles,

so I am tired after the end of this day,

I do not need a massage,

my legs are strong

I need to sit for a moment and get some rest,

a nursery rhyme I hear it close,

someone singing close to my ear,

my body resting,

I feel as if I am been lowered to my bed,

a warm feeling I can not explain,

so tender the lovely song,

my mother no where to be in site,

as I am lowered I begin to react,

see myself when I was 9,

not my intensions to make people shed tears,

I just wanted for them to have a smile in there flesh,

I do all I can to make them see life is great,

but sometimes I cause them more pain,

I want to be an angel when I awake,

to be helping people,

but at times I just want to leave

and not do anything cause I dont know

if I would cause a smile or more destruction,

I began to get cold,

see the sky slowly shrinking out of site,

I am cold mother,

I want a warm blanket,

please give me one last kiss in my cheek,

then tell me you love me,

and hold me close to you,

like when I was born,

no need to cry, I am cold,

tug me in mother you and my father,

cover me with the brown blanket of life,

I know the material is ruff,

and even roots are placed,

to hold me down and cutlet me when I rest,

good night 12 oclock  time to go to sleep I now rest,

tug me in father,

mother and give me a last kiss,

but freeze the time I can go like this

I have to be in knees

giving my lord his daily prayer on this day,

I am done now I may rest,

so family tug me in so I can get some rest.