So long I left my infanthood
When my mind was a stainless snow
When all I do was squelch my food,
Play, cry, sleep and delight my soul
All sofness in the world was mine
And I do nothing with my hands
I was adored as if a shrine
And ne'er force to obey commands
I wouldn't walk for long with my legs
But wrapped firm on my mother's back
Or carried soft and slow like eggs
As if a little scratch I crack
But today, all was yesterday
I won't be worshipped like a god
But serve all who nurse 'til 'day
And live a life that please' my God
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