Mama she has taught me well Told me when I was young Son, your life's an open book Don't close it fore it's done The brightest flame burns quickest Is what I heard they say A son's heart's owned to mother But I must find my way
*Let my heart go Let your son grow Mama let my heart go Or let this heart be still
Rebel my new last name Wild blood in my veins Apron strings around my neck The mark that still remains Left home at an early age
esh wala ,,, i miss u la allah ,, walla daiman cute w dawaween enta ,, so keef canda walla ya 3ame eno lazem ana w ele ta7te ( abo wajde w laith ) nejtme3 zay zamaan ,, study hard ya a7la 3omar ..