Mother?!

Mother?! Mother, can you hear My nightly calls for you Filled with pain, With sorrow, Longing? Did you know that When I left, I left with pain, And that ever since My heart couldn't nor didn't heal? All are asking why I suffer When I left at young age? I never reply, But rather take it to through my heart to my soul Where I will deal with it my own way When the first night falls.