Sunrise paints the kitchen gold, another day begins

But the shadows linger longer, etched beneath her skin

Tired mother's grace, a fragile, whispered plea

Laundry piles up, a silent symphony

Of unsung lullabies and whispered, weary sighs

Dreams sleep in her heart, beneath tired, heavy eyes

The coffee's cold, the dishes piled high in the sink

Another day unfolds, where strength begins to shrink

A little hand reaches out, a small voice calls her name

A fleeting smile, a moment's warmth, then back into the flame

The weight of worry presses down, a constant, aching strain

She smooths the child's soft hair, and hides her inner pain.

Of unsung lullabies and whispered, weary sighs

Dreams sleep in her heart, beneath tired, heavy eyes

The coffee's cold, the dishes piled high in the sink

Another day unfolds, where strength begins to shrink

The clothesline stretches taut, a line of faded white

Reflecting all the moments lost to the fading light

A silent promise hangs there, unseen, yet understood

Of a love that's fiercely given, misunderstood, yet good.

Of unsung lullabies and whispered, weary sighs

Dreams sleep in her heart, beneath tired, heavy eyes

The coffee's cold, the dishes piled high in the sink

Another day unfolds, where strength begins to shrink

Yeah, another day unfolds, where strength begins to shrink

The tired mother's grace, a silent, fading link.

A silent, fading link…