You Were Never There
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Poetry
You were never there to tuck me into bed
No, you were never there at night when I was scared
Mama, where were you when I needed you most
Mama tell me why all alone I had to cope
The other kids at school, well they all had a mum
The other kids, the other kids all had someone
I never had a close friend, one to call my own
Someone just to laugh with – I always cried alone
When I needed bandages there was no one round
No-one to feed me chicken soup when I was down
Mama you left me, I might as well have died.
Mama when you left me I wonder if you cried.
Then when I got older the emptiness it grew
In every room, in every crowd I was dying to find you
All the endless, empty bars in this empty city
Faceless people on the streets and roads that hold no pity.
Still alone I travelled following the sun
Each time loneliness came to me I’d just up and run
Mama did I do something wrong, tell me was I bad
To make you give away the little child you had.
You were never there to tuck me into bed
No, you were never there at night when I was scared
Mama, where were you when I needed you most
Mama tell me why all alone I had to cope
The other kids at school, well they all had a mum
The other kids, the other kids all had someone
I never had a close friend, one to call my own
Someone just to laugh with – I always cried alone
When I needed bandages there was no one round
No-one to feed me chicken soup when I was down
Mama you left me, I might as well have died.
Mama when you left me I wonder if you cried.
Then when I got older the emptiness it grew
In every room, in every crowd I was dying to find you
All the endless, empty bars in this empty city
Faceless people on the streets and roads that hold no pity.
Still alone I travelled following the sun
Each time loneliness came to me I’d just up and run
Mama did I do something wrong, tell me was I bad
To make you give away the little child you had.
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