Brings tears to my eyes EVERYTIME.

I hope Im my daughters hero.

She's never pulled anyone from a burning building. She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name. She's never hit a shot to win the game. She's never left her footprints on the moon. She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world, no, she's just your everyday average girl (but) she's somebody's hero, a hero to her baby with a skinned up knee, a little kiss is all she needs. The keeper of the cheerios, the voice that brings Snow White to life, bedtime stories every night, and that smile lets her know, she's somebody's hero. She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver, but she's been a waiter, and a cook, and a taxi driver, for twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown. Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition, but now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her, but not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face. She's somebody's hero, a hero to her daughter in her wedding dress, she gave her wings to leave the nest. It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by, looks back into her mother's eyes, and that smile lets her know, she's somebody's hero. Thirty years have flown right past, her daughters' starin' at all the photographs of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that, but she already is. She's somebody's hero, a hero to her mother in a rockin' chair. She runs a brush through her silver hair. The envy of the nursing home, she drops by every afternoon, feeds her mother with a spoon, and that smile lets her know, her mother's smile lets her know, she's somebody's hero...

~Jamie O'Neal