 my child if this world burdens you I'll lighten your burden if you weep for my rib then know that you're of my children heed me I am Fatima heed me and call me mother I am the sun that burns for your warmth veiled by the darkness of space my prayer beads are the eight planets that orbit my very place I outshine the stars that glisten they only shine from my grace and when I prostrate to my one Lord I watch the angels embrace I pierce the sky I know of I if beneath a mother lies the seven heavens then know that judgment day waits for me to make his decisions know me my father's daughter I'm the daughter of the mercy that for which mankind was made my father called me mother and found me always at his aid a mother assists her child from the day it's cradle suede I massage the wounds of the heart that make its heart beat afraid so fear no outcome fear not I'll come if ever my child is left in doubt or fear know that the hands of Fatima are there to wipe their tears I'm here and going nowhere a mother's love for her child flows not in blood but in bone she'll ensure his skin's fresh even if changes her own skin tone take my veil for comfort oh my child if ever you feel alone if you're poor I have a space for you in my pupil sits a throne fear wish wish and sit still wish and I'll fulfill if you have no mother I'll stand there by your side if you have one then know that you now have two as your pride child your tears I gather child I'll give you everything but the child's ear it heeds if ever I see my son's sin know that Fatima's heart it bleeds your petals and your roots know of me for my hand planted your seeds nor do I want my children to be idle for Fatima's child leads so lead this world's dreams lead and chase your dreams your dreams are dreams of mine I'll pray for them to come and know that whenever mothers pray truth all of your dreams become so conquer and know that I'm prouder but a small request from your mother a small request from your mother who's holding her rib broken and whose cries for her father leave all of Medina awakened never forget the lion cub that from my house was taken let your tears flow for my Hussain for he shall never awaken weep for Hussain weep and soothe my pain hold gatherings for him and where black and lament whenever you mourn him know that I am present Hussain is your hereafter heed me and call me mother Hussain is your hereafter heed me and call me mother by Muhammad