Mama’s Wisdom, Girl’s Fight

Beneath the wide and starry sky, she learned to stand tall, sing a lullaby

Mama whispered low, with a voice so worn, "Use your smile, girl, wear it like a thorn"

In these dusty streets, where the shadows creep, she kept her secrets, her hopes to keep

A poet’s heart in a battered shell, fighting the darkness with stories she’d tell

Stronger than the wind that blows through the pines, running from the shadows and the chains that bind

Find her way on the mountain high, shining like a star, with a fire in her eye

French scarred hands, and a voice so sweet, lessons in survival, she learned to meet

The world’s cold gaze with a brave disguise, eyes that sparkle with unspoken pride

Mama’s words like a gospel song, telling her she’s where she belongs

Stronger than the wind that blows through the pines, running from the shadows and the chains that bind

Find her way on the mountain high, shining like a star, with a fire in her eye

Oh, dance through the storm, with grit and grace, every lesson etched in her face

Bravery born from the humble clay, fought her fears to find her way

Now she walks under the open sky, with a whisper of hope and a tear in her eye

Mama’s advice, a guiding light, in the dark, she’ll make it through the night