Center of the Chest
O Ma, I miss you so, I cannot be
without you. For you, and that fond voodoo
you do, is all that can be done for me.
You see, only you can make me be true
to what I way way down do really feel.
Yes, no, there is no one else who can know
just like you what in me makes me real.
Only you understand my inner woe,
only you, yes you and only you, can
lift me out of this dumbfounded despair,
which makes me feel like such a little man
who only of my failing is aware.
O Ma, since it was you who gave me birth,
only you can give me my sense of worth.