People on high ground care little about scoffers on low ground. People on high ground care little about scoffers on low ground.

The poem describes the blessings of getting a caring mama. The poem describes the blessings of getting a caring mama.

Only if I could tell you, How much I missed you... Only if I could tell you, How much I missed you...

You are blessed, With a boon from heaven, You are blessed, With a boon from heaven,

But for now lullabies are blessed one's story... No record of that in my history. But for now lullabies are blessed one's story... No record of that in my his...