It's about my mom |
At the worst of the times she’s always been there Her beauty’s incredible her green eyes and brown hair Her mood always uplifting, her smile always grand Whenever I needed, she grabbed me by hand. Never letting me fail, without a try to succeed Teaching me it’s not always bad when you bleed Telling me her secrets, and all of her lies Often complaining about the size of her thighs Telling me always she loves me so Reminding me often when it’s her time to go Nothing will change; She will still be there Whenever I need her it don’t matter where When I get married to the man that I love She’ll sit back all quiet, day dreaming of The times that we’ve had and the times to come Like my very first Christmas drinking egg nog with rum The good times to bad, and the bad times to good When money was scant, with pride she stood Although we were not rich, we were not poor She would always give when one came to the door With nothing stronger than the bond of a lass and mother There’s no one that’s closer not even my brother Sometimes it’s nice to know she needs me Forever and always her best friend I’ll be |