My Leaves, Her Tree
I never knew we’d become so
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Your not my second mother from most
But I can talk to you wherever I am
You encourage me to be the woman
God created her to be
Her roots are strong
Holding her high and tall
Her pain never rise
And I praise
Even on rainy days
She shine rays
She grew so far
Inspiring my heart
Her tree glows
As I go
She let me grow
Kept me in a pot
Until I reached a spot
In which I grow alike
Strong and bright
I became her leaves
That came from her tree
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