silent, I’ll sit to hear her speaking softlynfrom where I’m not sure, but I’ve been forever searchingnmother, i cared more than it seems that you did for menleft to think about why you would leavennand whynand whynI criednnwas just a young boy, never meant to displeasenbut I was naïve to think there’d be more time for menmother, I cared more than it seems you did for menmourning in solace with tears, why’d you leavennand whynand whynI criednnsome say that grown men don’t cry, wellnthey have in real lifenand now I’m left to ask whynwhy