With the things I could I have ever gotten, I thought
But the bear that catches the fish and tires another
And all of the war that she had ever fought
Just to protect her little three messy bear of her
One bear falls down, no that won’t happen,
Because mama is there
Maybe a chancla flies though and kept in,
And all the things that she would share.
The job that get her only get her stressed,
But that would only get her to feel better.
It just like being able to feel blessed,
It might just be something small, but all it matters is being with her.
When I ever seem to be down, or sad,
I get filled with love that I have ever had.