Ice

All my soul, my head aching tummy

Why in world was my mother taken from me

Up until the last minute Ive been looking for the answer

Hard as tried she couldnt out run the breast cancer

What am I supposed to do, I need at least another year,

There comes time everyday I need to have my mother hear

I need to talk to her it's important,

It seems to be

I got to make her understand

Who will be there to pick me up by the waste been

Plus one day I promised I would take her to grace land

There is things she needs to see

For instance I planned on building a family of my own

She never had grandchildren

She always helped to make my work in the kitchen painless

I want her to see when I am finally rich and famous

Who will I ask my stupid questions when they come up

My first impulse is I want to call my mum up

But then I am left standing there

Holding the telephone wishing this head ach would leave me the hell alone

The last thing I need now is for pain to fill my empty spaces

Right now I fell pain in plenty of places

I need to make her laugh more

I want to have pictures taken

She always telling her friend about the records her son Richard's making

I need to listen to her stories and tell her my own ones

I want her to watch when I hit lots of home runs

For there are a few things I need to say sorry for

Blame me instead of your-self

As for Lorry and Amy

Ill make sure there ok

And that they always where there seat belt

I promise to ease back when ever the heats felt

I want to go home and show off this weekend

But I can't and it fells like I might go off the deep end

Its painful being here

But it's unfit there

My mothers gone away and it's not one bit fair