Each one has his own hero

Who made one’s life a go

Who will catch us if we fall

Or lift us when we’re down

Careless of himself

But mindful of our good

Often misunderstood

Always misconstrued

Mine was my own mother

Who died a long ago

Though gone when I was young

Her presence still continue

She did not see me grow

Yet she guided me through

Her death gave me a lesson

Life is a very long journey to go

Stand up when you’re falling down

Look up when you’re weeping

Cheer up even if it’s raining

But don’t ever give up

Because after the rain

Is a rainbow coming

Giving hope

To a new beginning

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