Forgetting every bitter experience without glancing backward,
The brightest sun,
Of my life has always been my son,
Every leap of faith ever taken was and is for him,
For him, I put aside all my sorrows and look less grim,
The best part of me,
Has always been my little bee,
He's pulled me out of my sorrow,
And made me feel less hollow,
So leave behind every bitter experience,
Allow time to cause it's disappearance,
Chin up and ownwards we march.
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