At one I buried memories of the day conceived
At three I buried the memories before I spoke
At Six I buried memories before I knew a thing
There, everything became new
Six, feeling
Lonely, hurt
Mother, father
Mother,
If i could hear you
I would know you
but the walls are silent
and nothing is
scarier that a silent world
until you enter a city
and then nothing is
scarier that the city lights
to those who have not once experienced
and the sound are noise to peaceful ears
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There are a lot people who do not get to experience life as we did. Lets be grateful for our experiences
At three I buried the memories before I spoke
At Six I buried memories before I knew a thing
There, everything became new
Six, feeling
Lonely, hurt
Mother, father
Mother,
If i could hear you
I would know you
but the walls are silent
and nothing is
scarier that a silent world
until you enter a city
and then nothing is
scarier that the city lights
to those who have not once experienced
and the sound are noise to peaceful ears
--------------------------------------
There are a lot people who do not get to experience life as we did. Lets be grateful for our experiences
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