My mother is one of the nicest people you'll meet
with her you'll never go hungry with nothing to eat
My mother is no saint but she is a hero to me at least
like a hero she gives up what she needs to save
The 'city'
from harm, that city is my family
who seems to be forever needy
My mother is a boulder. she is no rock
in a sea of pebbles she stands the tallest in my eyes,
This sea of pebbles seems to swallow her whole;
MY mother is strong like no other the things she's endured makes
me, not want to think..
it hurts me to be mean to this sweet loving being,
I seem to forget it's her first time living too
things make me so blue but not as much as this Woman
I call my MOTHER!
for she lights this dark tunnel but her candle is burning out
maybe she doesn't notice but I do, the tired feeling weighing
on your shoulders is strong but with a mom like mine it doesn't feel as heavy as before. I'm sorry mama I forget you were once a child lost in the blue
the memories I make with you leave me feeling so lucky and I'm reminded
i'm so grateful to have you
<3