times have changed
...times have changed, and times are strange,
here i come but i ain't the same
momma i'm coming home
hastings, mn - under the sky that is dropping a light snow fall. i don't know what to say other than call your mother and tell her you love her. hell, simply call her just to say hello. cause you can't imagine the pain and emptiness you will feel once that opportunity is gone. nothing will feel right and that is something you will have to get comfortable with. while amazing, no amount of cards, calls, e-mails or letters will ever fill that void. a dull, aching hung over feeling is what will latch on to you. a feeling that only a mother could make go away.
it's been hard - and is going to be hard for a while
here i come but i ain't the same
momma i'm coming home
hastings, mn - under the sky that is dropping a light snow fall. i don't know what to say other than call your mother and tell her you love her. hell, simply call her just to say hello. cause you can't imagine the pain and emptiness you will feel once that opportunity is gone. nothing will feel right and that is something you will have to get comfortable with. while amazing, no amount of cards, calls, e-mails or letters will ever fill that void. a dull, aching hung over feeling is what will latch on to you. a feeling that only a mother could make go away.
it's been hard - and is going to be hard for a while

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