Shame stick has broken
In your hands father
No longer child i am
You must try harder
Give me my wings father
Unlock the loftSo i can always
Wear others soft
My head lays in your palms
Give me my star
So i can love you now
For who you are
Humble i am father
don't make a sound
Straight will i stand
hold on my ground.
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