**Verse 1** What kind of mother hears them hurting And still can’t make it stop? What kind of mother knows they’re angry And can’t untie the knot? What kind of mother holds the pieces And still can’t make them fit? I ask myself these questions Like there’s an answer I somehow missed I know love isn’t magic I know I can’t command the sky But when your child is hurting Reason doesn’t matter much at night So I stare at every problem Like it’s something I should solve And if I can’t make it better I start wondering what I’m worth at all **Pre-Chorus** I keep confusing helplessness With failure in my bones Like being their mother means I should never not know **Chorus** What kind of mother can’t fix this? What kind of mother stands and cries? What kind of mother says, *I’m trying* When trying doesn’t change their lives? What kind of mother loves this hard And still can’t make the hurting quit? I know the question isn’t fair But I keep asking it What kind of mother can’t fix this? That’s the sentence in my head Every time one of them is hurting Every time I leave something unsaid Every time I can’t protect them From the things I wish I could I start believing if I were better Maybe everything would be good **Verse 2** Five hearts carry different stories Different wounds and different fears Some are close enough to hold Some are farther than my tears And I keep trying to be present In every place I’m needed most But sometimes love feels like a lighthouse Shining toward a distant coast The two still here can see me trying The three away still live in me And I hate that being one person Means I can’t be everywhere physically So guilt starts making accusations About things no one could control And every problem turns into A judgment on my soul **Pre-Chorus** I know a mother can’t prevent Every wound her children know But knowing that inside my head Doesn’t make the guilt let go **Chorus** What kind of mother can’t fix this? What kind of mother stands and cries? What kind of mother says, *I’m trying* When trying doesn’t change their lives? What kind of mother loves this hard And still can’t make the hurting quit? I know the question isn’t fair But I keep asking it What kind of mother can’t fix this? That’s the sentence in my head Every time one of them is hurting Every time I leave something unsaid Every time I can’t protect them From the things I wish I could I start believing if I were better Maybe everything would be good **Bridge** Maybe a mother is not a shield That nothing ever gets through Maybe a mother is the one Who stays when there’s nothing left to do Maybe she sits beside the anger Maybe she listens through the tears Maybe she keeps saying, *I love you* When the answer isn’t clear Maybe she cannot fix the fracture But she can refuse to walk away Maybe showing up imperfect Still means something every day Maybe “I don’t know how to fix this” Doesn’t mean “I failed you too” Maybe sometimes being a mother Means hurting because they do **Breakdown** I can’t fix every wound. I can’t rewrite every day. I can’t force every door open. I can’t love pain away. And God, I hate that. **Final Chorus** What kind of mother can’t fix this? Maybe one who’s human too Maybe one who loves so deeply Every hurt cuts straight through Maybe one who keeps on showing up Even when she feels unfit Maybe that’s the kind of mother Who still asks, *How do I fix this?* I’m not ready to stop blaming Every piece I couldn’t mend But maybe love was never measured By how perfectly I could defend Five hearts, five different stories And one heart still trying through it all Maybe being unable to save everything Doesn’t mean I let them fall **Outro** What kind of mother can’t fix this? One who wishes she could. One who keeps trying. One who stays. One who loves them anyway.
