[Verse 1] She’s exhausted, not ungrateful She counts her blessings like rosary beads Five sleeping miracles breathing under her roof A home she built with blood, sweat, and need She knows it’s real, she knows it’s good But gratitude don’t quiet the storm in her blood [Chorus] She’s tired in a way that thank you can’t fix Still shows up, still pours out, still gives Matriarch crown weighing heavy tonight But she kisses their foreheads and whispers “it’s alright” She’s holy when she’s breaking Holy when she’s tired Still carrying the weight with quiet fire [Verse 2] Some nights she sits in the dark just to feel Makes sure she’s allowed to not be steel The static in the attic still hums her name But she’s rewriting the rules of this game Childhood taught her feelings meant danger Now she lets her babies feel like safe strangers [Bridge] She’s not crumbling… she’s becoming Every tired breath is a quiet drum Singing the song her mother never sung [Outro] Exhausted… and still holy Still here… and that’s holyVerse 1] The same God who orders galaxies Is already working in what’s overwhelming me I feel anxious, I feel tired, I feel unsure But God is not anxious, God is not tired, God is secure I know I’m not the only mom who feels robbed Of presence because survival took the job I pour into them daily till the tank is on E Then sit in the dark room just repeating His name to me [Chorus] What God tells His angels about me at night: “She’s been through more than most will ever see Watch how she still shows up when she’s breaking She thinks she’s weak — look at what she’s surviving” He’s never been more proud… He’s preparing me now [Outro] I’m a mess… but I’m God’s favorite mess Still showing up. Still saying yes.
