A baby, me, learning to walk.
Stumble and fall,
Look to my mother to dry these tears.
A child, me, unjustly punished by father.
Fight my own fight,
Look to my mother for protection.
A youth, me, pressured and depressed.
Reach out for help,
Look to my mother for comfort.
A teen, me, battling Satan and suicide.
Scream out for love,
Look to my mother for companionship.
A baby, me, seeking life.
Blind and confused,
Look to the Lord for everything.
Uplifted, then embraced,