The Words I Want To Hear

We were saplings Either taken care of Or abandoned to be found By angels called Mother or Father   We were given love And were taught to give love Roots of us now Grown deep

We were saplings

Either taken care of

Or abandoned to be found

By angels called

Mother or Father

 

We were given love

And were taught to give love

Roots of us now

Grown deep into soil

Tips of the branches swung in fresh air

Dirty and clean

 

We were now in control

Of the balance called life

Working for survival

Or struggling through cracks of problems

 

Among all the achievements

Won

Or words of praises gathered

The one that we’d want to hear

Is from ones that nurtured us

 

To just say

Thankyou to be born

To me

Thankyou to be grown as a fruitful tree

 

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