Michelle Featherstone--Mother      standing in my mother's dress I feel her sweet caress   blowing through me like a storm from the east   whisper to me all your dreams   I'll keep them safe here in the seams   somehow you have thought them out of reach      holding onto apron strings   it's funny what nostalgia brings   I remember wanting to be just like you   though lines across your face appear   they represent you're worried   don't pick me up for I must learn to fall      but mother, mother do I make you proud   mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me      all the strength that you possess   I feel it here inside this dress   I am myself because of who you are   I wonder where your spirit lies   but I see it clearly in your eyes   I am alive inside because of you      but mother, mother do I make you proud   mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me      but mother, mother, mother do I make you proud   mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me      oh I hope   mother, mother, mother I hope I make you proud of me   proud of me