Mama

# MAMA

### Verse 1

Mama, what will happen tomorrow if I’m no longer brave?
What if one day I run out of strength, with nothing left to save?
I grew up so long ago, I’ve almost forgotten how to cry,
And I don’t have to hide my face in my hands, but sometimes I still ask why.
Tell me, why does this world keep pressing so hard on our souls?
Why do even grown-ups sometimes feel frightened and lost?
How do I know who will never leave me, who will always stay?
Who will my life still matter to at the end of the day?

### Chorus

I may be older now, but growing up doesn’t make me strong as steel,
Sometimes the darkness overwhelms me, sometimes the fear feels real.
I know how to keep on walking, even when the road is torn apart,
But sometimes I just need to hear: “We’re here. You are loved.”
Mama, sometimes I’m lonely, and it hurts more than I can say,
In this world so vast and merciless, I lose my strength some days.
And I just want to hold you, like I did when I was small,
To feel your heart against mine and feel safe within it all.

### Verse 2

Mama, what will happen tomorrow if I’m no longer brave?
What if one day I say, “I’m tired,” and I have no strength to face it?
Who will remind me that the sunrise always follows the night?
Who will hold me like you did when I had no strength to fight?
I’m not asking for my childhood or for yesterday to return,
I just want, sometimes, to lay this grown-up burden down.
I’m afraid that one day the world will fade beneath a cold sunset,
And you and Dad won’t be beside me — and I won’t be ready yet.

### Verse 3

Mama, what will happen tomorrow if I’m no longer brave?
Who will shield me from this world when everything turns unsafe?
I’ve learned to face it all alone, to never let my tears show,
But when you’re so far away from me, I feel so lost and low.
I just need to hear your voice: “Hold on, we’re here with you, my dear.”
I know that we will meet again, even if another war comes.
And I would tell you, “I love you SO much. I will never lose my way.”
And you would answer softly: “I know, my child. I know.”