When she was just a teen herself,
God gave her me to bear, But Grandma came and saw her pain
And said, "Child, I still care." She saw upon her gentle face
A look of hurt and fear. She stretched her loving hands to us
A woman is a strong power of force.
She gathers strength from many a source She has to cope with frowns and stares
And act as if she never cares. The roles that life gave her to play
Demands of her both night and day. A word of depth is what she needs,