The Head of My Mother

Born and raised under her wings
Protection and care, I have been
Since momma told me to be sure and go
'Cause world's a game and you never won

It's been seven days since she's gone
I used to see her everyday in her tomb
I told myself, at least the three first months
I reached the grave and I just saw the bones

Mr. Undertaker was doing his job
For sure that was not I would've got
Neither me or him have the fault
But I've seen something that made me thoughts

Reflections 'bout life and death
That moment made me deaf
The five or six hairs
Hanging over her small head

I saw the skull of my mother
It was staring me as well as its holder
Too late to be apologized or sorry
I have got this bag to carry

The eyes holes were staring me
As life, she has never seen
I saw the head of my mother
How hard it could be to me?