Born to lose and built to win
All odds stacked against her is how it begins
God bless my mother, the places she’s been
The little girl who hadn’t a selfish thought
She stood her ground, the fights she fought
God bless the child who was the adult
She gave birth to three and last was me
She always provided us with way more than we needed
God bless this woman for the roots she sowed and she seeded
Enough love to feed every hungry child on this earth,
Enough love to soothe the entire world when it pains and when it hurts
God bless the healer and her invaluable worth
She glows with independence, it’s clear and it’s known
She walks with style and class, but she’s never afraid to walk alone
God bless the lady who has always had her own
Odds stacked against her like no other
Yet no one stronger, yet no one tougher
I pray she knows how much I love her
God bless the queen I call my mother