Home is where the heart is
The highest possession I hold
the thing closest to my heart
is not a possession at all
its a person who loved me from the start
with her unconditional love
I would never wish to part, ways with her
for she's the one who gave me life
she's my beautiful mother
and such a wonderful wife, so I've heard
everything I do I keep her in mind
when I'm in my studies
and when I'm on my grind
I want to make her happy I hope to succeed
so I can be the one to provide her
with everything she needs.
She's supported me all my life
she gave me the whole world
I was her little princess,
her first baby girl
she pushes me to be better
she always helps me thrive
because of her I believe
I can do anything as long as I'm alive
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