my mother.
Who should I give my love to?
My respect and my honor to?
Who should I pay good mind to?
My mother.
Because who used to hear you before you could talk?
Who used to hold you before you could walk?
And when you fell who'd pick you up?
Clean your cut?
No one but your mother, my mother.
Who should I stay right close to?
Listen most to?
Never say no to?
And when you cried who wiped your tears?
Knows your fears? Who really cares?
My mother ♥
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