Been over twenty years I heard myself cry for the first time
Though in pains mama felt honey and waffles as she heard her baby cry
She held me in her arms like the most precious thing in the world
We've been bound close ever since, her chest is always home.
Though my eyes weren't blue but papa found it amazing anyway
The look on his face could have won him a million dollar that day
He lifted me up, he stroked my hair.
And oh....that love was intense.
But now I am grown
And I have got to carry my cross all alone
All they can do is watch and hope all the years of teaching pays off
But now I am grown
And I have got to face the world on my own
Mama's far away
Papa's nowhere close
Why do I have to grow
I don't ..................................
(To be continued)
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