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Was it mother's love or hate or greed or ...
I was the firstborn
Always sharing the family's burden
Never knew what a sheltered childhood meant
In lonely solitude time I spent
The other two had cozy upbringing
I was to my hard work , tied with a string
Didn't know what it is to be loved by you
Happy moments were far and few
Asked to leave home , I was on the street
Strived on and never accepted my defeat
Built my own cozy home
Sheltered from every storm that was to come
© grandpa_calm
Always sharing the family's burden
Never knew what a sheltered childhood meant
In lonely solitude time I spent
The other two had cozy upbringing
I was to my hard work , tied with a string
Didn't know what it is to be loved by you
Happy moments were far and few
Asked to leave home , I was on the street
Strived on and never accepted my defeat
Built my own cozy home
Sheltered from every storm that was to come
© grandpa_calm
