I am the child of change, adopted by many.
From the intense fusion of hope and desire, I was born.
The many who fostered me, became me
Moulded by the hands of happiness and memories in the sun,
Shaped by the sharp blades of misery,
This is what I have become.
Yet, I say to you, I am missing a limb
With every passing moment in time, I am born anew.
With something missing, agreed
But not without a memory in the vault of thought.
The mother of change has brought unto me
A sense of reality, almost extinct in this make-shift world,
Where no one lasts, except my mother.
From the intense fusion of hope and desire, I was born.
The many who fostered me, became me
Moulded by the hands of happiness and memories in the sun,
Shaped by the sharp blades of misery,
This is what I have become.
Yet, I say to you, I am missing a limb
With every passing moment in time, I am born anew.
With something missing, agreed
But not without a memory in the vault of thought.
The mother of change has brought unto me
A sense of reality, almost extinct in this make-shift world,
Where no one lasts, except my mother.
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