They'll tell you 'You must be kind'
'You must be good';
They'll tell you 'Will you listen? '
When all they do
Is shut you up;
They'll tell you 'You cannot know
What's best for you'.
They'll tell you that kind of lies,
But don't hate them,
Do not get mad;
For they'll teach you what they've been
Taught;
And they'll love you as they've been
Loved.
Let them the chance
To see your pain,
Let them the chance
To hear their own;
And learn to guide,
Be more conscious;
Eventually become
That parent you needed.
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