Pretty
My tinny girl
Let me taking you to your mother's side
She's worrying about you
Since the last Flowery Festival
Let us bring her happiness and joy
Stop searching broken dreams
In those dirty alleys of New York's alleys
Your mother is waiting
In the Brickfield of Texas
Come to your daddy
He's dying and cancer is eating both of them
Come home at once without any regret
We are going to take you back
We're going to forgive you
Let's give
That child
A hearty home.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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