I am a child without a name
Traveling from place to place ever since my birth
I never had a place that I could call my own
I never had any belongings or family that I could call my own
Lots of people say that they love me
Yet they let me go
Lots of people say that they are my family
Yet they all disappear
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I, you ask?
I am a child without a name
or a place that I could call my own
I am a who, a who, a who, a who without a beginning or an end
If you want to know who I am
You need to help me find my heritage.
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