It's no telling what story a wound can tell, 
Always smiling on the surface, you hide it so well; 
So many problems such a young lady much lady must face, 
And worst of all, you are alone with a child to raise; 
I see you work hard all day long, 
Each night you attend school before you get home; 
What possesses you to have great will and drive, 
Is it the child that give you the will to strive? 

How do you do it, 
Carry yourself with pride in the struggle? 
How do you do it, 
Fight off pain without moving a muscle? 
How do you do it? 
Please tell me, baby, 
Because the more you do it, 
The more you amaze me... 
Baby, how do you do it? 

Looking over years of hurt you took in, 
Guess I'm just on the outside, trying to look in.