Someone I never really knew She was always there for me Watching daily as I grew And fulfilling her duty. A comfort figure in the haze Doing what she had to do. Her voice she sometimes had to raise If I refused to don my shoe.
In truth I nevet knew my mother; But do we ever really know The one who loves us like no other; The one who never lets us go? A child like me could never see Her tender loveand care so true. If she was here again with me I'd look at her with eyes anew.
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