Pointless
Mom your my world
That constanly swirls
Nothing is more imortant than you Not a regret in mind
You are so kind always pushing all of your children to strive
Mom you hold my hand like the water compress onto sand
Without you I would be alost puppy your all i need
to succeed when feeling the need to lean a little off track.
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