Momma and daddy was all about hand-me-down livin',
lookin' back, followin' tradition;
the old ways from olden days and generations before.
A lead weight inheritance it was,
to a child's eager feet trying to embrace its future;
anxious to run and follow her own gods home.
But, it was that age old struggle
of the generations
that grew and strengthened my wings.
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