My Mom is virtuous..
A mighty virtuous warrior..
A magnificent goddess..
Who weight down my burden..
She mentored me to wore a mantle..
She becomes the lamp to my shoulder…
A prayerful woman that prays for me to become prayerful and not a prey to be pitied..
Her prayers keeps my train and holds my wheel to win my battle..
She battled with the forbidden forces to forged a favored future untold..
My mom is a warrior, she opened the Heavens gate and garnished my path with purity, she pacified my past with the ancestors and saves my visions with a voice..
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