Childhood Song
There was an actor once, whose age
Was far too young
To warrant tragedy on stage.
A sapling’s roots were harshly wrung
And taken far away,
Where to a barren rock they clung.
I, likewise, did not have a say
When I was torn and flung,
And yet I lived and thrive today.
This is my childhood song.
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