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My Hero


This woman never got enough credit She struggled and she hustled and she finally did it She always tried to make ends meet So her beautiful daughters could have something to eat Down on her knees praying every night With her bible on her bedside table to her right I know what I'm sayin' you may not understand But I look up to her cuz she did it all without a man The three of us finally made it through Things are finally looking up too She did right by my sister and I and I can't begin to thank her You know why? Because looking back on my past I tried not to believe the struggle would last But I know I would not be who I am today Without what she did to make a way
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