Don't tell me they're not
They're someone's everything
Someone's first thought
Babies are lucky
They never get cold
They're always wrapped up
In someone's warm hold
Babies are lucky
They never need fear
Someone's always saying
"Don't worry, I'm here"
But once they grow up
Then they will see
Their luck has run out
And they end up like me
--Sam
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