I’ve quit a million times before,
Yet life still knocks upon my door.
It broke me down, but not complete —
I bend with wind, not in defeat.
A mother’s prayer, so soft, so deep,
A tiny light begins to creep.
And though I fall, I rise to keep,
The promises I'm made to keep.
For I have miles to go before I sleep,
Yes, miles to go before I sleep,
For mother who will pray for me
When you are gone.