When your void of clothes or religion.
Naked as a boy. Naked as a girl..
But with a voice, the demands recognition.
Can’t let go the toys. Can’t forget the world.
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I want your dreams to come true.
I want your songs to be sung.
I want your paintings hung on the palace walls.
And for all to call your name.
When you feel drunk and unforgiven.
With empty bottles of better days.
Come sit by me and I will listen.
And without a thought, I will celebrate.
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If your hands are cold, that’s because you have them.
Clap them in the air. Wave them like you’re mad.
Growing older, like you, it happens
every time you kiss, every time you laugh…