BROKEN HEARTED STRIDE
SIT PONDERING WHAT LIFE HAS BROUGHT ME SO FAR
ALONG THE WAY A LIFE OR TWO TO TAKE CARE OF
THE STRIDE OF BEING A PARENT
THE OBSTCLES YOU HAVE TO FACE DAILY
SAYING DAMN TO YOURSELF I WISH I KNEW
BUT GRANDMA WAS PAVING THE WAY
WHILE GRANDPA SOW SEEDS OF THE FUTURE
THE STRIDE OFF BEING A PARENT
ALONG THE WAY A LIFE OR TWO TO TAKE CARE OF
THE STRIDE OF BEING A PARENT
THE OBSTCLES YOU HAVE TO FACE DAILY
SAYING DAMN TO YOURSELF I WISH I KNEW
BUT GRANDMA WAS PAVING THE WAY
WHILE GRANDPA SOW SEEDS OF THE FUTURE
THE STRIDE OFF BEING A PARENT
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