Mama, do we all die someday?

I've seen it in movies, but words betray,

Is it true that when you leave, you fly away?

Mama, I heard a baby cry,

It brought back memories, that time I was five,

Lying in bed, with you by my side,

That night still lingers, the day you died.

You ran me a bath, kissed my cheek,

The water was cold, and the day was bleak,

Truth is, you’d been dead for weeks,

Rotting in the house, playing hide ‘n seek.

Mama, where do we go?

Once believed in God, yet days grew slow,

Time stood frozen, I reached an all time low,

I want to live but the view looks better

From down below.

Mama, I’m truly sorry.

Sorry to those who’ll find my body,

lying still in the depths of the quarry,

And though it seems scary, the fear will fade,

An end to my pain, a happy escapade.

I’m not afraid, I’m sure I’ll fly,

And once my feet touch the water,

I’ll be just fine.

I promise to see you soon,

Head towards the light.