My mother died when i was a baby
but you raised me into a beautiful lady
we fought and screamed
but we always made up it seemed
i wasn't you daughter
maybe thats why loving you became so much more harder
you gave me chance after chance
even after the years as i look back and take a glance
loving people after all they put you through
showed me the kind of women i always knew
you showed me what was good and what was bad
even though all i did was make you sad
i put you through many rides
put you never got off and stepped to the side
thats what makes me the kind of women i want to be
soulful and loving with a helpful hand that always came free..
