Her Hidden Treasures

I found an old trunk in our attic, against the wall,
Dust on the lid, like time paused for it all.
Inside were treasures I made long ago,
I found mom's hidden treasures that she couldn't let go.

A paper handprint from my first grade year,
With crooked lines and paint that was smeared. 
She kept that memory, never letting it fade,
A tiny mark of love that small hands made.

(Chorus)
Now every tear reveals what I couldn’t see,
Her hidden love was always there for me.
In every craft, her heart was shining through,
A mother’s love is so deep, so strong, so true.

A macaroni frame with glue turning brown,
A childish card with my words written down.
She saved each one through seasons come and gone,
Proof of a love that quietly lived on.

From grade one through eight, every piece was there,
Each Mother's Day gift wrapped in gentle care.
I never knew the depth of love she had for me,
Finding her treasures, I cried until I couldn't see.

(Chorus)
Now every tear reveals what I couldn’t see,
Her hidden love was always there for me.
In every craft, her heart was shining through,
A mother’s love is so deep, so strong, so true.

My tears fell fast, like rain I couldn't disguise,
I needed wipers just to clear my eyes.
She held my childhood in that worn old chest,
My adopted mom's love has given me the best.

(Bridge)
She kept each piece like gold she couldn’t lose,
Memories of love, from her point of view.
I'll never forget the love she showed in every way,
In my heart everyday is mother's day.

(Chorus)
Now every tear reveals what I couldn’t see,
Her hidden love was always there for me.
In every craft, her heart was shining through,
A mother’s love is so deep, so strong, so true.
Now every tear reveals what I couldn’t see,
Her hidden love was always there for me.
In every craft, her heart was shining through,
A mother’s love is so deep, so strong, so true.

Folk pop rock 
Medium to fast Tempo 
Storytelling vibe 
Female singer