She Dressed Me Up

VERSE 1

No microphone, no tv screen,

Just the AM radio setting the scene.

I stood on the sofa, waving my hands,

Singing to an imaginary crowd.

My hands in the air, catching the breeze,

My little heart trembling right at my knees,

And Mom in the doorway, wearing a smile,

Saying, Just wait, you’ll be on stage in a while.

CHORUS

Oh, she dressed me up in my Sunday best,

Hoping my voice would rise above the rest.

(Friday dreams)

With little new shoes waiting by the street,

She prayed my rhythm would change our beat.

(Sunday best)

But the motorcab roared, and the shyness took hold,

I ran back inside, a story untold.

Though we couldn't afford to chase the prize,

I still saw the dreams in my mother's eyes.

VERSE 2

The years rolled on, they moved so fast,

And those little-girl days became the past.

Now I'm older, five times that age,

Singing my songs on a different stage.

With a mic at my desk and the whole world online,

Recording for peace in this heart of mine.

Just a hobby today, a quiet retreat,

Finding the joy in the very same beat.

CHORUS

Oh, she dressed me up in my Sunday best,

Hoping my voice would rise above the rest.

(Friday dreams)

With little new shoes waiting by the street,

She prayed my rhythm would change our beat.

(Sunday best)

But the motorcab roared, and the shyness took hold,

I ran back inside, a story untold.

Though we couldn't afford to chase the prize,

I still saw the dreams in my mother's eyes.

BRIDGE

Sometimes I wonder if she’s listening now,

Up in the heavens, taking a bow.

She knows my rhythm, she hears my song,

She knows the melodies where I belong.

Every note that I hum, every lyric I write,

Is a love letter sent through the starry night.

CHORUS

Oh, she dressed me up in my Sunday best,

Hoping my voice would rise above the rest.

(Sunday best)

With little new shoes waiting by the street,

She prayed my rhythm would change our beat.

(Oh, she prayed)

But the motorcycle roared, and the shyness took hold,

I ran back inside, a story untold.

Though we couldn't afford to chase the prize,

I still saw the dreams in my mother's eyes.

OUTRO

So I’ll sing to the void, I’ll sing to the air,

Knowing my guardian angel is there.

Mom, can you hear me? I’m waving my hand,

Just like the girl in the imaginary crowd.

Yeah, my Sunday dress may be faded and worn,

But the music you wanted is beautifully born.

This is my love, and it’s right from the start,

Dedicated to you, the music of my heart.