My mother is there to show me the way
She is there to listen to anything I have to say
She looks down from heaven with care in her eyes
And teaches me to love all those I despise
My mother was there before my life on earth began
She was there to guide me and help prepare my plan
Though I haven't heard her voice, nor have I seen her face
I know she can see the things I do-whether with love or with disgrace
I want to be more like my mom, I want to make her proud
I don't want to see disappointment, or be hidden by a shroud
Though she didn't want to see me leave, she let go for a while
I vow to do my part and make her proud-and return home with a smile
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