Beautiful as a rose in full bloom
Although my mother, I never knew
Priceless days spent together
In my life I can't remember
When I was four my life was changed
By a man who had no face or name
His soul survived on evil alone
Hell is now his comforting home
My mother was beauty upon this earth
Her intentions were full of peace and worth
So young and frail it had to end
Taking away my mother, my friend
Even though her body is gone
Inside mine her spirit lives on
The beauty she natured, the love she shared
Was a mile of fortune that can never be compared
Two little girls who reflect from her life
Even through suffering heartache and strife
From her strength and her wisdom we shall prevail
For the rest of our lives her story we'll tell
How beauty and innocense can be stolen away
Yet, remain on solid ground each day.
This is how I'll remember no other
Because for me, my life, is lived for my mother.