Mama she has taught me well. Told me when I was young. "Son your life's an open book. Don't close it 'fore its done". "The brightest flame burns quickest". That's what I heard her 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. Yeah still. Rebel my new last name. Wild blood in my veins. They bring strings around my neck. The mark that still remains. Left home at an early age. Of what I heard was wrong. I never asked forgiveness. But what I said is done. Let my heart go. Let your son grow. Mama let my heart go. Or Let this heart be still. Never I ask of you. But never I gave. But you gave me your emptiness l now take to my grave. Never I ask of you. But never I gave. But you gave me your emptiness I now take to my grave. So let this heart be still. Mama now I'm coming home. I'm not all you wished of me. But a mother's love for her son. Unspoken help me be. I took your love for granted. And all the things you said to me. I need your arms to welcome me. But a cold stone's all I see. Let my heart go. Let your son grow. Mama let my heart go. Or let this heart be still. Let my heart go. Mama let my heart go. You never let my heart go. So let this heart be still. Never I ask of you. But never I gave. But you gave me your emptiness l now take to my grave. Never I ask of you. But never I gave. But you gave me your emptiness I now take to my grave. So let this heart be still