I go outside to the things i’ll see,
A life of pain, not simple or free.
I walk and wonder of what i’ll be,
If i get old as the sea.
There was a time i was just a seed,
I grew and grew to become me.
The day will come when it’s all done,
I’ll leave behind a daughter, a son and a son.
I will laugh, you’ll hear no cry,
There is no time to sit and die.
What will they think of, my children these three,?
That i love them all, one, two, three.
I have a girl, a boy and a boy,
Everyday they bring me joy.
There was a time i was all alone,
No daughter or sons to call my own.
Each day you live remember…
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