crying clown

I drew a line on that sand

Mama scolded me

I ran and hid under the bed

Mama came and sang me a lullaby

I wanna hold her hand

Her hand used to be very soft

Now..

it's rough

I know what she been through

Mama called me one night

I ignored her

Continued my tasks

busying dialing and talked till midnight

Mama tried to reach me

Zillions of excuses spoke

She smiled and smiled

I have a life,told her that

Now she's gone

The leftover was empty

My heart is sad

Sad as a crying clown