She opens up my bedroom door
She's waking me up soon
I'm turning on the light, she warns
Its the little things that you do
She's the one that starts my day, my day
I'll call her my friend forever, wether its right or wrong
She is also my (laughter?) my shoulder to cry on
My mom is my super hero, my mom is my world
All out of gas, no place to go
And she knows just what I'll say
She turns and laughs and opens up
Her purse to give enough for the week
She didn't have to give but she did
Its just the kind of woman she is
My mom is my super hero
My mom is my world
Love is an action that she shows me all day
Even when its not in her he says,
Blessed with the mama (?) after her children
It doesn't get much better than this
