Ashra: Look at me my child, I'm sorry that I looked away Look at me my child, I think we're gonna be okay You don't deserve a mama like that, I'm gonna be better, I promise I've been perverse, but I will return From my own ashes, I promise I promise And even if my hands are dirty, Stained by my mistakes, I'll take you in my arms anyway, and I'll hold you I promise, mama will hold you I'm sorry that I let you get cold, I'm sorry that I've been a fool Whatever past actions have told you, I'll hold you