"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands...
I was raised with an unknown tomorrow
a runaway Dad and a Mom who refused to borrow...
To my great-great nephew Zack
Look to the future don't look back...
My life is full of angels
Helping to push me along...
There's a handful of things in my life,
That I still so mournfully regret...
Growing up as kids we were blessed
To have come from a loving home...
Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...
It was long ago
and memories now...
A Mother's heart
there is no other...
You came home that day
With three little baskets...
I wish you were there for me
I wish you could act like a normal dad...
I remember as a young girl
How I'd cry to go with you...