Wound given sometime ago
Did not think that one I adore
Will give my heart a heavy blow
Bringing you up sheltered you know
Control you call it , maybe so
Keeping you safe was job supreme
As was I brought up, sometime ago
Don't know terms that you apply
Or rules you think you comply
Yes there were limits as should be
Was given possibilities you deny
Was given possibilities you deny
Don't want to list all that I did
Have done as found it loving and fit
And things you did and we kept hid
We brought you up without a script
Thinking alone now you can walk
Think, is okay at us to balk
Were you just watching time to clock
We stood rebuffed as thorny stalk
Not everyday that I get hurt
Only when remember you being curt
Did everything as one could do
Nothing for you, but only dirt
No I don't feel no joy, no malice
Life is no wonderland of Alice
To drink up, and have past restored
Don't think ever will find that Chalice
Manjari
Only when remember you being curt
Did everything as one could do
Nothing for you, but only dirt
No I don't feel no joy, no malice
Life is no wonderland of Alice
To drink up, and have past restored
Don't think ever will find that Chalice
Manjari
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