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I come from a broken home My mother is ****** and crazy My father left when I was three An imperfect life I must atone I ran away as soon as I could I made my way as best I knew While running that’s where I met you In me, somehow, you saw some good Now a home of our own we have built Two beautiful girls we have made A new foundation we have laid No more tears to be spilt If there is a God this I do invoke They WILL be free To be happy as can be The cycle is broke Yes, it’s imperfect that is true But this home is now complete My heart with you is replete My story has begun anew
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
Broken Cycle
I come from a broken home My mother is ****** and crazy My father left when I was three An imperfect life I must atone I ran away as soon as I could I made my way as best I knew While running that’s where I met you In me, somehow, you saw some good Now a home of our own we have built Two beautiful girls we have made A new foundation we have laid No more tears to be spilt If there is a God this I do invoke They WILL be free To be happy as can be The cycle is broke Yes, it’s imperfect that is true But this home is now complete My heart with you is replete My story has begun anew
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
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