They are your laughter They are your dreams They are your love, your giggles, your crayolas on the wall. They are your children. Hold them close and love them strong, For tomorrow is not a promise. Remember not your childhood, but your inner child For understanding, need sometimes be seen through their eyes. Wipe sad tears and mend broken hearts. Hang brilliant creations on the icebox. Never leave nor forsake, as our father on high has never done. For you are their ship, You are their sail. You are their leader, And they, tomorrows... Your laughter, your dreams, your love. They are you children.Birth sign: Libra
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