Don't forget your mother
She brought you in this world
You are the dream that she
once had
Since she was just a little
girl
Send her cards and flowers
Don't step on the crack
The world don't owe you nothing
Don't even know your name
You might be a king or queen
But the end treats you just
the same
Drop your crumbs before you
leave
Don't cover up your tracks
Someday you may lose your true
love
to a stranger in a crowd
Same story for a thousand
years
that makes you cry out loud
But one day shell find that
stranger
Is just a con man in a gunny
sack
Go to your confession
Read your horoscope
Tell a white lie to a rabbi
make a collect call to the
Pope
But the faith that will save
you
will also break your back
You might be in a wheelchair
or have to step so light
around the world in 80 days
at the speed of light
Everything that is given to
you
may one day be taken back
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