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Display Of Respect

Display Of Respect

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Disgrace of the fallen stars, take a look at all these scars;

Praying in times of despair, while they were the only moments to spare;

The hope flies high, for at least giving it a try;

The love we knew was only true;

The day we left, our hearts were in theft;

That day I saw my mother cry, She made it seem as if a sigh;

The form of my mother's love, took the form of a dove;

To the crowd that had amassed, Dreadful to hear my loving mother had passed;

The love she shared, showed how she cared;

The nights she slept, rest awake she kept;

Held my hand when I was sick, She was too and it never clicked;

Finally, became a man, till I die, my mother's biggest fan.

 

 

 


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