Whatever you want,
It will be done.
You call me, child,
And I will come.
You cry at night;
Your angry wail,
Still I will come;
Tired and pale.
If you need me,
Call me name,
And I will come,
just the same.
I know you'll grow,
I know you will,
But call for me,
And I'll come still.
Nov.2008
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