Текст песни
Mama’s hands, soft and wise
Cradled dreams ‘neath starry skies
First steps, first falls, first tear she dried
Her love the compass, my constant guide
Some kids chase fame, some chase the light
Some lose their way in the coldest night
But Mama’s heart, it beats the same—
Through joy and ash, through pride and shame
Mama’s symphony plays on and on!
For the saints, the sinners, the lost, the gone!
In diapers, dirt, or crowns of gold
Her arms still hold the stories untold!
Mama’s symphony—
Love’s endless song!
A genius blooms with equations wild
A rebel screams, a broken child
A poet’s verse, a addict’s cry—
She whispers, “Look up, touch the sky”
The world may judge, the world may blame
But Mama’s lips still breathe your name
Mama’s symphony plays on and on!
For the heroes, the zeroes, the right, the wrong!
In cradles, graves, or prison cells
Her love’s the tide that breaks the shells!
Mama’s symphony—
Love’s endless song!
When I became a parent too
I finally saw her timeless view
“No perfect child, no flawless road—
Just love that carries every load”
MAMA’S SYMPHONY PLAYS ON AND ON!
FOR THE LOVERS, THE FIGHTERS, THE DAWN, THE GONE!
Through wrinkles, years, and skies of gray
Her song outlives the Judgment Day!
Mama’s symphony—
LOVE’S ENDLESS SONG!
