I hear, it’s darker yet, outside
For me, for souls like me.
A soul like me, you ought to tell
The hatred on me, fears me
Clinging to you, tight
Does it hurt, momma?
Will you nip me or give life?
Either way, you are saving me.
But promise me, you will never cry
Now or later, with me or without.
Do you hear me?
A soul like me, you ought to..
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