Now I'm the one awake at three, the one who paces the floorThe one who'd trade the world away for a small cry at the doorI finally understand my mother, every tired thing she gaveThe way a parent spends their whole self and calls it the waveHer hands, now my handsCông cha như núi, nghĩa mẹ như nguồnA father like a mountain, a mother like the spring that poursThe love just moves down the line, and the giving never endsI see her in my own reflection holding my own childThe same eyes, the same exhaustion, the same love running wildCảm ơn mẹ, I get it now, the debt I cannot payI just pass it down to smaller hands and pray they're okayAnd I will not be perfect, I will stumble, I will failBut I will love them loud and steady, I will be the sailAnd the harbor and the lighthouse on the longest frightened nightThe way her hands were always there to hold my world alrightHer hands, now my handsCông cha như núi, nghĩa mẹ như nguồnThe love just moves down the line, and the giving never ends
