Mama, let go…
Let go to a place where hope can grow.
Mama, it's me—your grandkid!
Let go to a place where hope can glow.
I heard about Jesus, Mama.
He'll make everything alright, you'll see.
Mama, let go…
Let go to a place where hope can be free.
Mama, it's me—your grandkid!
Let go to a place where hope can be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem