All My Children
All My Children. All are mine.
The unwanted, the most loved. All are mine.
All My Children. All are mine.
The weak, the healthy, the poor & rich, the deaf & blind.
They are all of my children. Every one.
I vow to always try to help you all find your place in the sun.
by John Doe
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2009
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