Across the bridge when I was standing,
Poking, crying and spacing.
She put her soft arms and hands,
To put me where I place my stand.
Jumped and I was in the sky,
There I flapped my wings to fly.
There, the endless clouds my way,
The bed of heaven is my stay.
Time to return back to earth,
The clouds Showering water from heaven.
I was in an instance, in a mistake,
It was my mother who made me awake.
I was under her shady oaks,
The leaves were frozen with ice.
Like the five fingers make multiple shades,
That’s me, my mother has made.
When I was one wayworn,
And the pages of my life were torn.
She made me stand on my foot,
And made me the one the way I look,
And made me the one the way I look.
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