The Gifted Child
Don't cry for me,
I am my Mother's favorite child
I am different but to her, I am special
I am her joy
In my smile, she sees how bless I am
She knows I am happy
Her love keeps me from all harm
In her arms, I am safe and warm
There is no place, I rather be
In my mother's arms, I am safe from harm
There is no need for her to pretend
She will love me, till thee end
So don't cry for me,
I will always be my Mother's Special Friend.
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