TO MY LİFE GİVİNG
Open the door my baby, it ' s me I ' m tired and exhausted Take the load from my heart and soul * * * * Hurry and place them carefully İn a place where they belong to. Cause, There ' re hopes / There ' re devotions / There ' re the efforts love and compassion. / All gathered for you with my labor, place them in the warmth of your heart and keep them well They ' ll be much needed for your off spring in future. And then comeback to me Lean your head on my tired knees So, I can caress your hair of reddish strands There after, let ' s play a game together, you ' re in? Let you be a mother, and I the daugther If I could find my through your tiny heart, Would you sort my conserns, sorrow and loneliness? Throughout the strands of my heart Even if it ' s difficult for you to do. And I promise, When the game is over, I ' ll be your mother again, lovingly. Without any hesitation for you, my love implanted in you. Watered by my soul.
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