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You were a child, Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing, You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of consequences
A family of trees wanted, To be haunted
The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born, Crying out for attention
The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought, But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not