Momma and Dada
I was loved like a precious gem,
walking in the street hanging on my mom\'s dress hem.
Had a multiple hugs from my dad;
and got a chocolate bar because I wasn\'t bad.
I miss them so bad,
I wasn\'t mad,
everything happens for a reason;
and I believe on him every season.
tragic childhood
momma and dada went to stars
tried hard to be good
life is full of wars