I never grew up with a coin in my pocket
I wasn’t born with all my bones in socket
No, not even a full hearted boy
For that I didn’t see much joy
I would cry out in sadness and pray
And to this day, I don’t know what to say
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:30 PM UTC
I never grew up with a coin in my pocket
I wasn’t born with all my bones in socket
No, not even a full hearted boy
For that I didn’t see much joy
I would cry out in sadness and pray
And to this day, I don’t know what to say
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