- Mama... -

Ever lost and ever fearful
I try to find my way.
But lost...lost am I.

A mother crying,
A baby weeping,
a forest long and dark.

A labyrinth-maze,
it all is so endless to me.

But please,
don't judge me so harshly, Mama.
(I never meant to be what I've become.)

I never was
the fantasy
of what everybody thought me to be.

Even so,
I still try,
I still survive.

Please, Mama...
Don't judge me so harshly.
(I never meant to be what I've become.)

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