In the quiet of the night, her gentle light unfolds,
A guiding star in darkness, a warmth that never grows cold.
Her whispers in the silence, a balm to weary souls,
In her embrace, a refuge, where every heart finds its goals.

Through storms and trials, she stands with grace profound,
Her love a steadfast beacon, where hope and faith are found.
In sorrow or in joy, her presence ever near,
A mother’s tender comfort, dispelling every fear.

Her eyes, a well of kindness, reflecting skies so blue,
In every tear she wipes away, her love shines pure and true.
A heart that knows no boundaries, embracing all who call,
With every whispered prayer, she catches as they fall.

Oh, Mama Mary, gentle queen, your song forever sung,
In every heart you’ve touched, your legacy is young.
A timeless guardian, in whom our spirits rest,
In your unwavering love, we find ourselves most blessed.