When hurt pierces me..and brings tears to my young eyes
I wonder if god sent me my own angel to dry my sorrows
She is warm and beautiful, she is soft and soothing
She is the strong compassionate woman I call my mom
When my heart is torn, by those who use me
Her arms wrap around me and the pain dulls
Her eyes are my eyes, same piercing green
And when I dye my hair red, she does the same
Sometimes we quarrel and say things we wish she hadn???t
But later I know I can crawl into her lap, even at fifteen
And she will forgive me and lavish love onto me