Mother Guides Beth Hart

Mama



I know my face
Seems crazed and wild
But I got her eyes
A mama's child am I
She's blessed with grace
And is smooth as a line
And when I shade
She helps me shine

And she comes to me
When there's nothing I believe
And holds me so high
Yes I am free
Saying why hold the anger
It won't let you fly
Just remember
And I'll remember
Cause of Mama, Mama
And I'll get by