Mother

Standing in my mother's dress I feel her sweet caress

blowing through me like a storm from the east

whisper to me all your dreams

I'll keep them safe here in the seams

somehow you have thought them out of reach

holding onto apron strings

it's funny what nostalgia brings

I remember wanting to be just like you

though lines across your face appear

they represent you're worried

don't pick me up for I must learn to fall

but mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

all the strength that you possess

I feel it here inside this dress

I am myself because of who you are

I wonder where your spirit lies

but I see it clearly in your eyes

I am alive inside because of you

but mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

but mother, mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

oh I hope

mother, mother, mother I hope I make you proud of me

proud of me