My Little Tomas

[Verse 1] The day he arrived, the world started to bloom, A tiny miracle chasing away all the gloom. He held a secret that no one could know, Watching the boy start to steady and grow. At eleven months, he stood on his feet, With a spirit so brave and a soul so sweet. And though his first word was meant for her ear, He brought a new purpose that made everything clear. [Verse 2] She remembers the days when the work left her drained, But the sound of his footsteps the silence sustained. He’d run to the door with his arms open wide, With all of the weight of the world cast aside. She didn't know then, in that soft, fading light, That those were the treasures that kept the stars bright. She held every moment, a gift in her hand, Watching him walk through the shifting of sand. [Chorus] Oh, Tomas, if time could be held in a glass, She’d linger in childhood and watch the years pass. They’d chase every dream, they’d laugh in the sun, Before all the racing of life had begun. And every heartbeat she keeps in her chest, Is a memory locked, put to final rest. For she knows now the truth that the seasons impart, That time is the treasure she keeps in her heart. [Verse 3] The years flowed away like a river runs deep, While promises made were the ones she couldn't keep. She said "maybe tomorrow" too many times past, Caught in a hurry, moving too fast. She made her mistakes as the wind rushed along, But the love for her son was the core of her song. Like a tree reaching up to the sky so wide, His growth was the glory she carried inside. [Chorus] Oh, Tomas, if time could be held in a glass, She’d linger in childhood and watch the years pass. They’d chase every dream, they’d laugh in the sun, Before all the racing of life had begun. And every heartbeat she keeps in her chest, Is a memory locked, put to final rest. For she knows now the truth that the seasons impart, That time is the treasure she keeps in her heart. [Bridge] Like a bird teaching flight to the young in the nest, She knows that the time comes to give him his rest. It’s hard to let wings find the blue of the sky, When the nest is so full of the love passing by. But love doesn't anchor, it gives him the room, To find his own garden and help his life bloom. [Outro] She looks at him now, such a kind, gentle man, Praying for blessings as only she can. May he find a love that will write his own story, In moments of grace and in quietest glory. And if he returns, whether broken or whole, She’ll be there to listen, to heal his own soul. For the world may transform, and the tides rearrange, But her heart is the constant that will never change. She’s always his mother, through joy and the pain, Her little Tomas… forever, her son.