I can still feel the delicate touch
Of your hands, so soft and so light
To your Cinderella, when you used to
Unfold the story of Cinderella every night.
Some years passed and fairy tales gently
Switched their places with sharing experiences
You then began to introduce your angel
There are times which are grim and dark
And the pain gets too hard for me to bear
And the pain gets too hard for me to bear
I turn around to look for someone’s support
And I find my mom standing always there.
I make obstinate faces and stump my foot
Without your chiding, I get restless.
In life that one can ever get
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