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…