Don't worry, Mama
It's a good place to live
The air is fine to breathe
And I wear a hat when I'm cold
You said I'd know how to be happy
And the journey isn't so complicated
Don't worry, Mama
I always look up
Even when the world is crumblin' on me
My days are fulfilled, rustic
Not restless just bucolic
We're not so far, ties suit me fine
I raise my child the way you raised me
Don't worry, Mama
Flowers in my lawn
Remind me of your delicacy
Gently warm my forehead
Wasn't the easiest to live with, but
You've always been strong
I know you keep my old drawings
Hanging in your heart
