Got up early
  To roam around the city
  Different faces is all I see
  But they all have the same aura to me

They are women with fears
  On their faces are invisible tears
  Kind of tired of worrying
  And pulling the strings
  They want the best for their loved ones
  And keep them in a snug house

Behind the smiles
  Are hearts that are fragile
  Brave on the outside
  With all the anxieties they hide
  Loving and caring are their styles
  It's rare to see what's inside

They're ready for any battle
  Though they appear gentle
  Babies are indeed angels
  But aren't our mothers as well?
  We run to them when in need of help
  With things that are big or little

They get tired
  But doesn't mean they don't want this life
  They in fact pray for longer lives
  Scared of leaving us behind
  Full of unconditional love
  They ask God for the best for us

Love tangled with fears
  Thoughts we cannot hear
  They all exist for real
  Despite the love they show and feel
  I guess they come hand in hand
  Far beyond what we can understand

At times, they seem controlling
  And to the point of being irritating
  But they're the first to get proud
  Everytime we perform in the crowd
  I see both joy and sacrifice
  Shining bright at sunrise

The show must go on
Same goes for their situation
They wish there's a break too
Just a few minutes will do
And they're back on track again
Like how rain comes to an end

I am used to seeing happy faces
  But reality hits my senses
  When I became one of them
  Powerful life form called women
  As I roam around the city
  I realized, it wasn't just me