All She Made of Me

                                  She was there when I was nothing

But a young and foolish man;

The clothes the children were

She made with love and just two hands;

She went through hell to have the kids

Because she wanted to;

You can make a fool of a man like me,

If anybody can;

But she did more than you;

She made a fool into a man;

And now you'd take the spice of life;

that's all you want to do;

And I'm so ashamed of how close I came to giving

All she made of me to you.

And, after what she sacrificed

And all that she's endured,

Her hands could hardly look as nice

Or feel as soft as yours;

Her face is lined with loving signs

That I don't find on you;

And I'm ashamed of how close I came to giving

All she made of me to you.