Labor Without Bread

She was a farmer
And sowed ten seeds
Three of them died prematurely
She was nurturing the rest
With hope and faith to win
But as she was not looking
And before she begin to harvest
Killers raided and took her precious life
Making her labor fruitless
Oh! How she wished to enjoy this bread
The bread of her hard labor
Ahh! It's very very painful
To labor without enjoying the bread

To Mama!

Haile you Mama!
The mother of my world
My one and only one
Whose love, none can compare
Though you are far in the next world
My love for you shall always glow
As the blessed morning sun
To Jehovah the Lord of lords
I give my most thanks for you Mama