The children are her world in a shack near El Paso
Her man left her a long time ago
Her hair is ragged and her clothes are thin and baggy
But her eyes still have fire
And there's passion in her soul
Life dealt a bad hand
But she'll beg, steal or borrow
So, the children can be free from poverty
She'll do what it takes
Today and tomorrow
Please God let the kids succeed
She still demands respect and pays the bill but barely
People look away when she passes on the street
Holding two jobs and being their momma
Sometimes seems to be too much to bear
She does the best she can
And she'll beg, steal or borrow
So, the children can be free from poverty
She does what it takes
Today and tomorrow
Please God let the kids succeed
Many years later she sits in her chair
And proudly waits as they walk across the stage
She can hardly walk herself
From years of manual labor
But her step is light and her happiness is deep
Life dealt a bad hand
And she'll beg, steal or borrow
So, the children can be free from poverty
She does what it takes
Today and tomorrow
Please God let the kids succeed
They are all called together
As her breath begins to weaken
The doctor, the lawyer and successful business one
There are tears of sorrow and tears of appreciation
They know she gave her entire life for them
She did the best she can
She begged, stole and borrowed
And the children were lifted from poverty
She did what it takes with all her tomorrows
God grants her wish and sets her free
God grants her wish and sets her free
God grants her wish and sets her free