I don't know why God made
One-bedroom apartments out of state
I don't know why He made hometowns
If it's somewhere I can't stay
I don't know why He made growing up
But I guess that we're all gonna
Yeah, I don't know a lot of things
But I know why God made mamas
For the open arms to fall into
For the when you don't know what to do
For the phone call sayin' don't forget
I'm always in your corner
For the heart that makes a house a home
For the knowing that you're not alone
For the "Darling, don't you dare give up
Even when you wanna."
Yeah, that's why God made mamas
For putting Band-aids on a scraped up knee
And wiping tears away
