My own mother, her heart of gold,
Her mind of Iron, on my future she's sold.
I try and I try, no doubt about that,
but pouring my heart out still leaves me flat.
I need this now, don't you see,
Not just for her, but also for me.
She tries her best, and has gone through it all,
and all I give her is another bank withdrawal.
I apologize for putting her through all of it,
and the only way to make up, is another scholarship.