Momma, don't you feel the water?

The water that drips all day?

Momma, it pours harder,

It will not go away,

I haven't read the Bible,

Don't recall the date,

But it's when I was stronger,

More innocent and younger,

A couple months ago actually,

Those months has passed,

And I might grow weaker than currently,

Momma, the water!

It drips and drips all day,

It's pouring even harder,

It will not dry away,

Momma don't get mad,

But I haven't talked to my Father lately,

The one who makes me glad,

Plus I know I'm still His baby,

But joy has seeped to the ground,

Falls from me everyday,

Momma, it pours harder,

It will not dry away,

Momma,

Momma, I don't speak anymore,

My words have ran away,

I haven't spoken to you in days,

Just a quick "Goodmorning"

And a "Bye, have a nice day"

Momma, the water!

It drips and drips all day,

I try to stop it from leaking,

But it won't dry and save the day.