Mama's hands were rough but they were kind,

Worked her fingers to the bone, never once resigned,

She kept the lights on, food on the plate,

Gave me strength, taught me straight.

In the early morn, she'd rise before the sun,

With a whispered prayer, her day begun,

Sewed my clothes, kissed my head,

Made a path where angels tread.

Oh, Mama, your love's a guiding light,

Through the darkest storm, the dead of night,

Every sacrifice you ever made,

Built the man I am today.

Daddy left when I was just a child,

Mama held me close, her tears were mild,

She showed me courage, showed me how to stand,

Now I'm grown, I understand.

Through the trials and the endless grind,

Mama's laughter, a treasure to find,

With every lesson, every tear,

She'd whisper softly, \"I'm always here.\"

Oh, Mama, your love's a guiding light,

Through the darkest storm, the dead of night,

Every sacrifice you ever made,

Built the man I am today.