On her old Singer, in morning light, she’d sew my clothes with hands so bright. Stitch by stitch, she warmed my days, each sweater a hug in her special ways. [Verse 2] At sunrise she would go and buy sweet, fresh fruit so I’d start right. As I rushed off into my shift, she made sure I left with her loving gift. [Chorus] Mama, in every thread your voice still sings, in every journey, in little things. Playing with Diva, our laughter would flow, you were my shelter, you helped me grow. Though you're not here, I still can feel you stitching my soul with a love so real. [Verse 3] I remember the roads, the sky, the sea, the golden days you gave to me. Your gentle hands, so full of peace, taught me that love never has to cease. [Bridge] And I still hear your laugh in the breeze, in every fruit that I eat with ease. The Singer is quiet, but lives in me, a whisper that echoes endlessly… [Final Chorus] Mama, in every thread your voice still sings, in every journey, in little things. Playing with Diva, our laughter would flow, you were my shelter, you helped me grow. Though you're not here, I still can feel you stitching my soul with a love so real… [Soft Outro] …stitched with love… …with love that never fades.
