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Always there, that's how it seems,
though fear they'll go
shows up in dreams.
The most familiar faces
that we know.

The kind and loving world we know,
hands to hold,
a place to grow.
The way they always see to it
the world we see is whole.

They hold us on their shoulders
so we see the parade.
They leave the light on
when we're scared,
so we won't be afraid.

How to be kind, and how to love,
are things they always teach us.
And stray too far, or climb too high -
they always try to reach us.

The little world they wrap us in,
a nice way for life to begin,
the strength they show,
the tears they dry,
the fact that all they ask
is that we try.

And when one day that world they made
is sadly, cruelly, gone,
because of them and memories
we've what it takes
to somehow carry on.

Some say we never know just
how our parents love us
as we grow;
so Mum and Dad - wherever you are -
I hope you knew
I know.

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