(Soft
piano...
distant
thunder...
a
heartbeat...
then
a
single
voice.)
Spoken
Introduction
I
wasn't
born
with
a
perfect
story...
I
was
born
with
questions.
Questions
that
echoed
through
empty
rooms.
Questions
only
God
could
answer.
I
searched
for
a
father...
But
found
a
warrior...
My
mother.
Today...
I
stand
here
as
a
husband.
A
father.
A
son.
A
man
still
fighting.
This...
Is
my
testimony.
VERSE
ONE
There
was
an
empty
chair
At
every
school
meeting.
An
empty
voice
At
every
football
match.
An
empty
embrace
On
every
Father's
Day.
I
became
familiar
With
silence.
I
learned
how
to
pretend
Everything
was
alright.
But
every
night,
When
nobody
was
watching,
I
cried
into
my
pillow,
Asking
heaven, "
What
did
I
do
wrong?"
I
didn't
know
That
some
questions
Would
never
have
answers.
VERSE
TWO
While
I
searched
For
the
love
I
never
received,
Someone
else
Was
quietly
sacrificing
everything.
A
woman
Whose
hands
became
rough
From
carrying
burdens
Too
heavy
for
one
person.
She
became
morning
Before
the
sunrise.
She
became
hope
Before
we
understood
faith.
She
became
laughter
Even
while
hiding
tears.
She
made
hunger
Look
like
a
normal
day.
She
made
pain
Look
like
strength.
She
gave
us
her
youth...
So
we
could
have
a
future.
She
never
introduced
herself
As
a
hero.
She
simply
called
herself...
Mama.
PRE-CHORUS
Now
I
understand...
Some
people
don't
wear
crowns.
Some
queens
Wear
worn-out
shoes.
Some
heroes
Never
appear
in
history
books.
Some
miracles
Simply
answer
To
the
name...
Mother.
CHORUS
Mama...
If
I
could
gather
Every
prayer
you
whispered,
They
would
become
The
roof
over
our
lives.
If
I
could
gather
Every
tear
you
cried,
They
would
become
An
ocean
Too
deep
to
cross.
You
gave
us
everything
While
asking
for
nothing.
And
every
heartbeat
Inside
me
today...
Still
carries
The
rhythm
Of
your
love.
VERSE
THREE
Time
moved
on.
The
little
boy
Who
once
searched
For
his
father
Became
a
man.
God
blessed
me
With
a
beautiful
wife.
Then
four
little
miracles
Called
me... "
Daddy."
The
first
time
I
heard
that
word...
My
heart
broke
And
healed
At
the
same
time.
Because
I
finally
understood
How
much
I
had
missed...
And
how
much
I
had
been
trusted
with.
I
looked
into
their
eyes
And
made
a
promise. "
You
will
never
have
to
wonder
Whether
your
father
loves
you."
No
matter
how
hard
life
becomes...
I
will
fight
to
stay.
I
will
fight
to
be
present.
I
will
fight
for
home.
VERSE
FOUR
But
life
has
a
way
Of
reopening
old
wounds.
Disappointment
arrived.
Failure
knocked.
Loneliness
became
loud.
Then...
The
bottle
Started
whispering
promises. "
Just
one
drink." "
Forget
your
pain." "
Escape
for
a
while."
One
drink
Became
another.
Another
Became
another.
Soon...
The
man
Who
promised
Never
to
disappear...
Started
disappearing
Even
while
sitting
Inside
his
own
home.
My
body
was
there...
But
my
spirit
Was
trapped
somewhere
else.
I
saw
fear
In
my
wife's
eyes.
Confusion
In
my
children's
faces.
And
shame...
In
the
mirror.