My mother is the light at the end of the tunnel,
she pulls me from pits i half explain through mumbles on the phone,
i give her so little and she works with it,
until it becomes something
i mean what do you expect from a woman that has made herself what she is and is humble enough to place all praise at god's feet
my mother is the light at the end of the tunnel
and i go through these tunnels so often
and still there she is patiently waiting for me
and she is the light