When a mother prays

When a mother prays,
It stops the shame.
When your mother prays,
Kneeling and crying, she stops the pain,
When a mother prays, she brakes the chains.
Then opens the gates.

When your mother prays,
She opens the doors, stops the storms,
She brings warmth when you're getting cold.

She rises you on a stage,
She makes you forget about your age,
She makes you feel loved when you feel nothing but strange.

When your mother prays, she's opening new ways,
She makes the leaver stay,
The darkness is fading away.
She brings the light, she makes you hold a little tight,
She gives you strength when you feel nothing but overwhelmed.

She's talking to God Himself about the one she loves the most on earth,
Kneeling and praying for the one she gave birth to.

When your mother prays,
There are no lockers on the gates,
She knees cries, and watches the sky,
Asks the Almighty to give you a way, a reason to stay,
A reason to live, a drop of faith to believe.
A way to stand tall, she doesn't ask it all.
She only wants her little piece of her,
Be happy, healthy, and loved as she always did.