The fire has gone out, wet from snow above.
But nothing will warm me more, than my, my mother's love.
I light another candle, dry the tears from my face.
Nothing can protect me more than my mother's warm embrace.
The path ahead is dark, so dark I cannot see.
But I will not fear 'cause my mother looks over me
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But nothing will warm me more, than my, my mother's love.
I light another candle, dry the tears from my face.
Nothing can protect me more than my mother's warm embrace.
The path ahead is dark, so dark I cannot see.
But I will not fear 'cause my mother looks over me
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