When I was younger I seem to remember Holding a finger while walking to Mother standing
By ten I could tell her"I'll love you forever And I'll tread on the stars just to be with you Notwithstanding" When staring into her naked face. Yes, I wished my eyes would never stray.
She said why cry little baby Why cry Why cry pretty baby Wipe your eyes. Now I am older
I don't sit on her shoulder To gaze over worlds that are lower to The higher standing
Instead I'm staring into your ageless face. Why should you worry You know there'll be an answer
When you call So don't you push or be in a hurry 'Cause learning how to stand Is why you fall.
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