Mother, if I tried to say,
How sorry I am every day,
No words in all the books I find,
Could speak the sorrow in my mind.


Mother, I have caused you tears,
Each drop a blade that cuts and sears,
It pierces deep within my chest,
A wound that never comes to rest.


If I could see you, I would run,
Faster than the light from sun,
Around this earth to where you are,
No sea too wide, no land too far.


Oh mother dear, I’d cross the sea
Just to have you here with me,
To hold you close, to feel your grace,
To find my home in your embrace.