Mother
There was this little girl standing near shore,
Had not one place to go,
Thats when she met a sweet lady standing with her,
The one who wanted to take her home.
She wanted the little girl to walk with those little feets with her,
Wanted her to get things she couldn't,
In order for the girls life she spent days on thorns,
and nights on the broken pieces of glass.
Later the little girl understood the hardships of her mother,
Mother who may wasnt biological
but was a saviour fairy to her.
There is this love between them,
That makes them save each other in the crazy world of pain.
They took all the precious memory where ever they went.
This was the story of a mother and the daughter who were not related by blood.
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