Cats in the cradle
And the silver spoon
A child growing without her
father
Going to be just like here dad
Once representing childhood fear
Now sums up my reality
Not perfectly, just a concept
Little girl grey
You will never see my leave
Or walk me down the aisle
My children you’ll never meet
Nor grow old with pride
I promised to take care of you
But I couldn’t do it here
I’ll carry your legacy
My sincere apologies
Not trying to let you down
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