My mother died soon after a long fought malady war
Just after she told me that I was what she lived for
I guess she’s better off now than she was before
A whole lot better off than the pain she left here
I used to cry hoping that she would someday make it through
I guess that’s the kind of thing that all children do
Now I cry because I want to see her again
But I have to remember that sometimes life, is not always the way…
My mother was my strength and my guide
She knew all my feelings
Even the ones I tried to hide.
She always cried for love, never for pain
Now I see that the love we shared was in never shared in vain.
But all good things never last…