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My Parents


My parents, they raised me From when I was a baby They fed me and bathed me They taught me wrong from right And put me to bed at night They went to all my games And told me to never call them by names They helped me with my math And tried to lead me on the right path They attended my first graduation And gave me congratulations But soon there'll be a second one And they'll be crying once it's done Then they'll watch me go off to college Hoping they gave me enough knowledge But I'll graduate again And start a new beginning with that end Because even though my parents raised me I will always be their baby.
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