In the darkest of nights a dream I see,
A far off house where none can be.
Knocking the door I stare with glee.
To find my mother standing by me.

She who held me both tight and strong,
Her teachings they clouded over my wrong.
A rhythm she added to my lost song,
A journey of memories we covered so long.

To my mother who worked so hard I know,
To that woman who struggled to see me grow.
To that shelter who hid me in rain...