Our parents are our world, our life,
without them in the world we'll strife.
Even if they keep us close in our nest,
remember, it is for our very best.
The gentle words, the soothing hands,
our wounds and cuts, who indeed does tend?
When you are wandering here and there,
just look behind you, they'll always be there.
For them we will always be a star
they'll be there no matter how far.
No matter how stubborn you stand,
they'll welcome you with open hands.
We feel bad when they say no,
but we'll thank them one day for doing so.
Whenever we failure's tug,
they'll brush it off with a gentle hug.
They guide us through our lives hilly,
truly, they are the best family! ! ! !
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