Sometimes I wish I could run home to mama's loving arms in the springtime, when the weather's fine. Sitting with her on the porch, glass of tea, and nothing more than her smile for just a little while. When I don't know where to go, I think of home and how she used to sing to me. She said, hey, surah, surah, life goes on. Whatever's meant to be will always be. And baby, what don't kill you will make you strong. Just love the journey that you're on. In all you do, I'll pray for you. White horses and fairy tales sometimes turn into something else that you never saw coming at you at all. So I guess I'm calling just because he wasn't who I thought he was. And I can't believe he stopped loving me. So when I'm feeling all alone, I think of home and how you used to sing to me. Hey, surah, surah, life goes on. Whatever's meant to be will always be. And baby, what don't kill you will make you strong. Just love the journey that you're on. In all you do, I'll pray for you. I've got babies of my own. And I'm the one they're counting on to be here for every little tear. And I'll sing, hey, surah, surah, life goes on. Whatever's meant to be will always be. And baby, what don't kill you will make you strong. Just love the journey that you're on. In all you do, I'll pray for you. In all you do, I'll pray for you.