In my dark and lonely fight, when all I have is just my right.
Who knows the truth, and if they care, to take my burden or just share.
I am a warrior for truth, you taught me well, my skills to hone,
The need is great and I am strong, this fight is constant and prolong.
However short my time; every child is mine and I their shield for truth
Looking to ease their reality from supposed, safe houses of abuse
Every child should have and know a place where love, safe care abounds
Not just survive abuse, misuse, distain at hands of persons who confound
I see their faces, feel their distress, but I grow weary and need rest.
I come to you my source of life, to gain my strength, renew my quest.
Cause Mama, I can’t sleep.
What if the world could stop and troubles freeze in space?
We could feel ourselves surrender to the innocence misplaced.
Grab that solemn, scared ground and find that special moor;
Where children flourish, their minds thrive, and their spirits soar.
But Mama, I can’t sleep.
Hold me in your arms and let me feel the peace you trace
Could I not, just take some time, engulfed in your embrace?
May I, lay my head awhile against your tender cheek?
Have you touch me on my brow and sing your song so sweet.
It’s what I want for every child, your love, your grace and safe,
I feel myself surrendering, no will, no time, or pace.
Cause in this majestic citadel, where truth and love reside,
The words, “I Can’t” shall not endure or will abide.
Cause Mama… I can sleep.
Mama, I Can’t Sleep
By 
Latest
The People’s Tribune opens its pages to voices of the movement for change. Our articles are written by individuals or organizations, along with our own reporting. Bylined articles reflect the views of the authors. Articles entitled “From the Editors” reflect the views of the editorial board. Please credit the source when sharing: peoplestribune.org. Please donate to help us keep bringing you voices of the movement for change. Click here. We’re all volunteer, no paid staff. The People’s Tribune is a 501C4 organization.
