When the moon is spreading the peace
And everywhere randomness decrease
My mother hold me up in the sky
And allows me to fly high
When the scorching heat makes me cry
And the heat makes my body dry
My mother becomes my shadow
In front of her, my head will always bow
When my destination and wish clashes
My mother turns my tension into ashes
She is the messenger of God
For me to the world she fought.
When my sadness
Took the shape of tears
My mother hold my hands
Took me away from fears
Every time I fell down
And lost the victory crown
My mother was the one
Who stood beside me
And said in her eyes I won.
My mother is the model of peace
My mother is the model of sacrifice
My mother is the model of love
My mother is the model of beauty
My mother is the model of motherhood
My mother is the model of destruction of sin
My mother is the model of encouragement
My mother is the model of my idol.
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