It consciously crushes your soul fading memories, It consciously crushes your soul fading memories,

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

I uttered that word I uttered that word

Raise your hand Raise your hand

This is not a family, Underneath the painting The painter wrote. This is not a family, Underneath the painting The painter wrote.

My bunny is fat. My bunny is fat.