Brave

My mother used to sing to me.
The stories of the land and sea.
And since she meaned so much to me.
I'll sing them all to you.

She taught me, to be strong.
And never do, what was wrong.
To be braver than expected of me.
The bravest I could ever be.
To swim out in the raging sea.
And stand on top a lonely peak.
How much braver could I be?

I'd stand up to the lonely croud,
and raise my voice up, way up loud.
Be proud and strong of who you are.
And never change no matter how bazar.

And look up in the stary night.
And never have a single fright.
To count the shadows in the dark,
and never make a bad remark.
How much braver could I be?

My mother used to sing to me.
The stories of the land and sea.
And since she meaned so much to me.
I'll sing them all to you.