That thing is
That thing is what defines me
To have the bravery to disagree
The argument to end with rubble and debris
And this battle ends, only with crying
That thing is changing
As I speak these words of wisdom, the thing is morphing
Terraforming
Feeling despair, deploring
That thing is what I adore
You only give and only want to give more
Maybe alittle too much, but that is ignored
I am sorry I have made your eyes so sore
That thing is in my hands,
You are the master, I am under your command
Because this was all my plan
Please let me give you all the happiness that I am
That thing is ...
What creates you is ...
You are what is ...
This little one is ...
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