You fell down,
I stood up.
You were beaten down,
I brought you up.
You cry into your pillow at night,
I'm there to dry your tears.
I fell down,
You stood up.
I was beaten down,
You brought me up.
I cry into my pillow at night,
And you're always there to dry my tears.
I may not always say it,
But thank you for being there, Mom.
YOU ARE READING
Random Things That Pop Into My Head
RandomSince you yell at me for sprouting too many books, I will just put my random fluff and other things here
