Album: Find Your Way Home
Mama, oh Mama I can't have a child of my own
I've already grown two little girls
that were taken from their home
I gave them all my love and it stripped away my heart
The valley between us is as wide as it is dark
Doctor, Doctor I can't have a child of my own
I've already loved two little ones like they were my own
The good book had no answers and troubled their little minds
Why I was not their mother and their own mother died
Write His words on your tongue,
And walk firm in His love
Forgive what's been done
I will hold you in the setting sun
I will hold you in the setting sun
Husband, oh husband, I can't have a child of my own
My womb is now weeping my seed has turned to stone
I lived my life a stranger and a thief
Now I'll blow away the sharpness of
My childless grief