You never mentored me
So i grew wild
Had no one to look upto
So did what felt right
You said i should have grabbed your hands
I laughed as i bearly knew the life
My fingers were little searching for care
My tongue unaware of speaking a word so slight
You were to be the shade
But you have been the shadow
I should have had carved ways
But am searching through the gallows
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