I've copied you, Mother My words echo your voice You're my shining example The one of my choice
Not thinking about it I've copied your style The way that you walk The way that you smile
You fashioned my dreams You painted my hopes I've learned to make knots At the end of my ropes
We all learn to love, But not from a friend I learned your strength And when I should bend
Mom, you've mapped the way To Heaven above By teaching me kindness By teaching me love |
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