Mother Michael Bublé

You never took some time
You never needed praise
You would work your hands to the bone
You would work your hands to the bone

You always made the time
You got me on my way
You would work your hands to the bone
Just to turn our house to a home

A different kind of hero
With a different kind of strength
Another word for savior
And another word for saint

Mother, a fighter and a lover
Always there by my side no matter what I am going through
And there's no other, the place where we take cover
And I know everybody's saying they got the best one
But that ain't true
'Cause I do

I know I made it tough
I know I caused you pain
You loved me like the angel, I'm not
But you still held me down like a rock