Younger Years

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No Other

Ten AM, it's time to cook.

I opend the fridge, and there I looked

Now I wonder what to cook

I rushed to my room and took a cookbook.

Bread instead of rice to eat

I can't even eat some meat

I''m miles away from home that's it

to live on my own I need it.

Mom, I need you around I realize

I guess it's time to apologize

I walked away and I took the chance

But someday, I promise I your child will be back in your arms.

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