My details, my days, my sleepless nights, my hairstyle, my feelings, her voice, she wouldn't let me sleep, she'd sing to me, and in my heart she lives with me, and in every path and story I find her. Every time I look in the mirror, a kiss from me on the hand I leaned on the day I walked, on the hand that picked out my clothes and stayed up telling me stories, on her eyes on my first day of school, on her plan the day I was sick. A kiss from me on the hand I leaned on the day I walked, on the hand that picked out my clothes and stayed up telling me stories, on her eyes on my first day of school, on her plan the day I was sick. I call out to her every time I need her, I find her, the one I grew up with and became like her in my appearance and all my life, I find myself doing like her, she shows me copies of her in my years. My mother, she is my role model at all times. A kiss from me on the hand I leaned on the day I walked, on the hand that picked out my clothes and stayed up telling me stories Stories on her eyes on my first day of school, on her plan one day, a kiss from me on the one I leaned on one day, I walked on her hands, she gave me my clothes and my sleepless nights, she tells me stories on her eyes on my first day of school, on her fear one day, I am alive because her prayer opens closed doors, my mother will remain the mistress of my heart all my days