Don’t give me more,
I want to help myself, grow
The road starts before the sun shines on my room,
It’s a long way,
But I will keep up my pace.

These hands that lay
on the mud with me,
The birds that sing the lullaby
Shall soon be gone to find their way,
And I know,
That everything will soon leave,
I hope I understand,
The truth is bitter sweet,
I know I will understand.

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