my Mama she’s daisies she bends down low

you can cover her in concrete she’ll find a way to grow

in between the cracks the grey and the black is where she loves to go

my Mama she’s daisies she dances with the wind

no matter if it’s raining she moves like a sacred hymn

yellow white and wild she’s His love child and she walks down the aisle again

my Mama she’s daisies a weed by some she’s pruned

they look for ways to keep her out afraid of being consumed

but there’s no defense ‘gainst the innocence of a flower in bloom

my Mama she’s daisies she’s the bright light of june

I love you mama, Happy Birthday.