I am my Mother's son.
She shines where darkness prevails.
She lights up a room like a comet.
She soothes where illness ails.
I am my Mother's son.
Through troubled days ahead.
The constant love throughout my life.
Where sunshine fears to tread.
I am my Mother's son.
She's the moon and stars, you see.
The warmth and kindness of a saint.
The reason I am me.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
I am my Mother's son.
She shines where darkness prevails.
She lights up a room like a comet.
She soothes where illness ails.
I am my Mother's son.
Through troubled days ahead.
The constant love throughout my life.
Where sunshine fears to tread.
I am my Mother's son.
She's the moon and stars, you see.
The warmth and kindness of a saint.
The reason I am me.