Mother Alone in a cold world, hopeless with despair. No one to hold you; no one who cares. The love of strangers - a false and passing thing. Never to stay; only a subtle breeze. No one to trust, only pain and regret. Forever longing to retrace childhood steps. Oh! How the sun shone into a small innocent life; all the the world's troubles banished by a soft delicate smile. And with that wistful memory, plain for all the world to see, no one can compare with the love a mother can bring. |
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