One word, one voice most blissful,
Voice that we had listen from day one,
Which is most comforting and known?
Even though we know it cannot be present always.
Whose voice has taught us,
In every step of our life,
What is right and what else are not,
A voice that will always be guiding us.
How old we may have grown,
How intelligent we may become,
We still remain a child to them,
Child still too young to handle life.
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