She is still my Mother my hero. She is still my Mother my hero.

Waiting to be collected by a child’s loving hands. Waiting to be collected by a child’s loving hands.

The box is empty, and glaring and daring me to choose one. The box is empty, and glaring and daring me to choose one.

As if eternity has passed... As if eternity has passed...

To lose everything not for one we chose. To lose everything not for one we chose.