Open Arms

“I came to you with open arms, as you laid me against your chest.

 

You held me close, and touched my face as you promised me the best.

 

I was new and young and had the chance to become different from the rest.

 

From every dawn to night you tried to raise me right even against protest.

 

You were both my parents then more than now, and that was a special time.

 

I had you all to myself and I could always call you mine.”

 

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