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…