The Home of a Spare Child
Under the rays of moonlight, missing dad,
Tear after tear trickling down my face.
I’ve learned to bear my hardships alone,
I’ve learned to wipe my tears alone,
To give however much emotion there is to dad.
There’s a warm home in my dreams,
Oh, there’s a warm home in my dreams.
Under the pitter-patter of the rain, calling for mum.
Endless words from the bottom of the heart,
Two little hands pulling on one big hand.
In th…
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The Home of a Spare Child
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