Maria

Maria, who had to work
From a very young age to buy even clothes
Oh Maria, who from all her childhood
Remembers having only one doll
Maria, always impeccable despite her humility
And in school, she never had a bad grade
Although she was in love, she got married
Very young because her parents mistreated her
And so she lived many years without thinking
That destiny unintentionally would make her a widow one day
Leaving her with 3 very young children to raise
Except stealing, Maria did everything

Maria, during the day lived with cold little hands
Her caresses with a hint of bleach
And even at night, she had to work as well
Some remember their mom as Maria
I thank the Lord that she's alive
And to be able to help her, because Maria is my mom

Maria who goes back in time
And starts to remember and that hurts her
Oh Maria, of all that she gave
She only received very few joys
Maria, of all that she suffered, never lost
Faith in her God, Maria

Maria before eating and before going to bed
And in the mornings also when waking up
And for all those she loves, she always asks for more
If that God she prays to exists, Maria must already have a place to take care of her
And make her a saint because Maria
Is my mom
Is my mom Maria and for those who were
Are and will be like Maria, may God bless them
All