Your beauty shines through the tears in your soul.
The moon weeps with you.
Your grey hair speaks of a life well lived and pain where there should be none.
The things you hold precious
can never be taken from you.
Your life, the life you have given your child and the lives of your whanau, friends.
When my mind plays tricks on me I think of you.
Life's not all champagne.
When your mind thinks nobody is there,
I am there for you