got you mama
yes mama
i must move on
above splinters
and tacks
and nails
yes mama
who knows
that at the end
of this darkness
is this tunnel
of light?
surprises of life
mama,
on a box
of chocolates
yes mama, life moves on
and i am
yes mama, all carried away
like that leaf
fallen from a tree
taken by the great river
of our lives...
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