Don't forget your mother
She brought you in this world
You are the dream that she
once had
Since she was just a little
girl
Send her cards and flowers
Don't step on the crack
The world don't owe you nothing
Don't even know your name
You might be a king or queen
But the end treats you just
the same
Drop your crumbs before you
leave
Don't cover up your tracks
Someday you may lose your true
love
to a stranger in a crowd
Same story for a thousand
years
that makes you cry out loud
But one day shell find that
stranger
Is just a con man in a gunny
sack
Go to your confession
Read your horoscope
Tell a white lie to a rabbi
make a collect call to the
Pope
But the faith that will save
you
will also break your back
You might be in a wheelchair
or have to step so light
around the world in 80 days
at the speed of light
Everything that is given to
you
may one day be taken back
Marco Giunco |
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