Mama, these men, they think I am made of steel
flesh and blood you gave me and a throbbing heart
rough diamond in dirt, you hid me well from the world
but they found me, they dug me out and they hurt me.
Mama, I want to come home to your love and anger
Will you make me balls of rice and talk some sense
because the world does't comprehend me now.
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