Mama, she has taught me well, told me when I was young:
“Son, your life’s an open book, don’t close it ‘fore it’s done
The brightest flame burns quickest”, that’s what I heard her say
A son’s heart’s owed 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
“Rebel”, my new last name, wild blood in my veins
Apron strings around my neck, the mark that still remains
I left home at an early age of what I heard was wrong
I never asked forgiveness, but what is 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, I 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
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, oh-oh…
Never I ask of you, but never I gave
But you gave me your emptiness, I 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