Your beautiful,
But with cuts so deep I see the scars of your past
The men you meet, don't become the men that you want
Life throws us curve balls, make it hard for us to hit the rite one
Gorgeous and the only one in your class baby you deserve the home run
Three kids of your own, to a world who had none
Makes you the kind of women, who can influence a world with no sun
Burdens on shoulders that make you feel no love
So you sit at the church talking to the man above
Praise GOD, and all that he does
But lord knows this is my mom , and I love her ever so much
"Jay"
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