In those early morning hours just before the sun kisses the sky
I lay back and wonder how so much time managed to pass so stealthily by
What happened to the laughter so prevalent in youth
Where did the naivety go
Perhaps I buried it with you
Did it dissapate like the ghosts of days gone past 
I hear the lyrics sung in my mothers honey warm voice
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child"
I close my eyes to try to chase away the blues I feel coming on
But over and over the words play to that infernal, soul chilling song
Each word pulses stronger 
like footsteps falling on hard wood
My body sways to the motion and my lips part as if to join in the chorus
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child"
I fight to remember your face as your jasmine sweet scent overflows my memory banks
Emotion like a tide pushes the cobwebs away
Your infectious laughter plays in my childhood ears
Your comforting hands caress my face and wipe away falling tears
Euphoria is short lived
Here comes the rip tide of blues again
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless, motherless child"
I stand in the mirror trying to see some of you in me
I give up in frustration as I remember hardly anything
They say you were beautiful
Such a warm giving soul
The voice of an angel
Haunted constantly by drug addictions wicked twisted hold
I often wonder what differences there would be in me if you had held on to watch me grow
For now I can only imagine because you didn't and I guess I'll never know
"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long long way from home"