Heaven ain't where you belong

and what I am writing may be wrong.

But you were only twenty four, and I was only one.

I didn't know you were done

So this, is mama's your poem.

Heaven ain't where you belong

I've been trying to be strong

I turned seven and you were now thirty;

Buried six feet under the ground, so dirty

So this, is mama's poem.

Heaven ain't where you belong

I couldn't express this pain in any song

Coming to see you on your birthday in January every year,

As I read the tombstone, I shed a tear

So this, is mama's poem.

Heaven ain't where you belong

I'm still trying to remain strong

For you, my mother

A spot held only by you, not any other

So this, is mama's poem.

Heaven ain't where you belong

I haven't seen your face in so long

You're now thirty nine

I have just turned seventeen

You are still in heaven, this is why I am so mean

And I know that what I'm writing may be wrong

But mother I just need you to know,

It isn't your fault you couldn't watch me grow

So I wrote you, mama's poem.