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Mama, oh Mama I can't have a child of my own I've already grown two little girls that were taken from their home I gave them all my love and it stripped away my heart The valley between us is as wide as it is dark Doctor, Doctor I can't have a child of my own I've already loved two little ones like they were my own The good book had no answers and troubled their little minds Why I was not their mother and their own mother died Write His words on your tongue, And walk firm in His love Forgive what's been done I will hold you in the setting sun I will hold you in the setting sun Husband, oh husband, I can't have a child of my own My womb is now weeping my seed has turned to stone I lived my life a stranger and a thief Now I'll blow away the sharpness of My childless grief From Letras Mania