There's a woman whom I loved the most
She's far more lovely than the rose.
She raised me by her smooth now wrinkled hands
Though it roughed but it's tough and ever most loved.
She's always beside me and covers me in her arms.
In the cold lonely nights she keeps me warm.
She taught me to pray to the Most High God.
She told me to be brave and never be sad.
She has good hands that dry my tear-stained face
What a comfort I've found in her warm embrace!
A shuttered dream turned into victory
Because I have a mother who truly loves me.
My mother dear, you carried me into your womb,
Never would I want to see you in the tomb.
