Each time I fall
Every moment that I find myself broken
Wallowing in sordid pain of yore
Tempted to flee, desperate for refuge
And fear I've reached the end of the tunnel
You come to me then, like an angel
Caress my heart and soothe my soul
Hold me up and calm me down
Your magic words, they prod me to hold on
Your tranquil presence breathes life in me again
Fills me with hope and urges me to fight
My innate morosity and despair
Every accolade, each trophy of mine, to you I attribute
Mother, my beacon of life, my reason to survive
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