My second mum

--- They say mothers give you life. But you gave me something bigger. You gave me back myself. You didn't leave when the darkness swallowed the light. --- (Verse 1 — quiet, trembling) I remember nights so cold I couldn't feel my face. Dirty floors. Dirty sheets. A dirty kind of grace. People looked at me like I was already dead. You looked at me — and saw something else instead. I was nothing but a shadow begging for the end. A broken mouth with no more words to send. You didn't run. You didn't call me wrong. You just sat beside me. And you stayed long. (Pre-chorus — building) Not because you had to. Not for your own sake. Because something in your heart refused to break. (Chorus — big, raw, from the gut) My second mum, I love you. Thank you for being in my life. You saw the storm behind my eyes — And stayed through every knife. No cape. No crown. No holy plan. Just dirty hands and a woman who can. My second mum, I love you. Thank you for pulling me through. --- You pulled me from the gutter with your bare skin. Not to the spotlight — just to breathe again. You didn't ask for pretty words or fake applause. You just held my hand through every cause. When I lied. When I hid. When I disappeared. You never once asked me «why?» or sneered. You just whispered: «Darling, I'm not gone. You don't have to be brave. Just hold on.» (Pre-chorus 2 — softer but powerful) No contract. No cross. No debt to pay. You just saw someone who needed someone to stay. (Chorus — even stronger, tears allowed) My second mum, I love you. Thank you for being in my life. You saw the storm behind my eyes — And stayed through every knife. No cape. No crown. No holy plan. Just dirty hands and a woman who can. My second mum, I love you. Thank you for pulling me through. --- (Bridge 1 — almost spoken, heavy, real) Other people gave me advice from a safe distance. You gave me your time from the dirt. Other people said «fix yourself, stop existing». You said «I'll sit here while it hurts». You never once made me feel like a burden. Even when I was nothing but weight and shame. You took my hand through the broken curtain And said: «Breathe. I know your name.» (Bridge 2 — rising, cinematic) Some mothers give you blood and a family tree. You gave me fire when I couldn't see. You gave me someone who wouldn't leave When I had nothing left to believe. From the mud. From the shame. From the silent scream. You pulled me out — not to a dream. To a life. To a breath. To a second chance. To someone who finally learned to dance. No DNA. No matching eyes. Just a soul that recognized Another soul that wasn't done — You saw the daughter in the lost one. --- My second mum, I love you. Thank you for being in my life