© 2024 Mar Rod – All rights reserved [Intro: instrumental (guitar)] [Verse:] She works 'til late, barely sleeps a wink. In the morning she's up, ready to think. She takes her son to school, with a heavy heart. Then goes back to work, to play her part… [Chorus:] "Mama, I'm hungry!", he cries... "Mama, my tummy aches!”, and sighs... She holds him tight, feeds him all she can... A bit of bread, a sip of milk, a loving hand… [Bridge:] They say, "We can't pay you more, it's not our game." "I have a son to feed!", she cries with pain. "Take it or leave it!," they coldly reply. "That's not our problem, just say goodbye!" [Instrumental (guitar solo)] [Verse 2:] On weekends, she works at the store... Twelve long hours. She wants so much more. Exhausted and tired, but she's got to try, 'Cause her son is waiting, with hope in his eye... [Chorus:] "Mama, I'm hungry!", he cries... "Mama, my tummy aches!”, and sighs... She holds him tight, feeds him all she can... A bit of bread, a sip of milk, a loving hand... [Bridge:] They say, "We can't pay you more, it's not our game." "I have a son to feed!", she cries with pain. "Take it or leave it!," they coldly reply. "That's not our problem, just say goodbye!" [Instrumental (guitar)] [Chorus (voice solo):] "Mama, I'm hungry!", he cries... "Mama, my tummy aches!”, and sighs... She can't take it anymore, it's breaking her heart... She can't take it anymore... Torn apart! [Outro (fading out with guitar)]
