The way she gave for me
Srusana
She gave the courage to live as me But some muttered to love like me I was never sure why did she sacrificed her life for me? But I always knew she did everything that I wondered She confessed when she bet She praised when I get The goal I had and have The way she gave for me Was with wonders and liberty She could never expand the time I gave to her because she knew I would get upset by that She implemented fashion in me She made me a fairy From the way she gave me She knew I would cry when no friends talk to me So she always been a friend to me So I love her more than me Because she is everything to me Being a woman she became father and mother to me I will and will give the way that you Gave to me. To my dear mum Who is and was the dearest to me
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