It doesn’t
matter to you
That I cry
myself to sleep
I’m a
stranger to you
As you are
to me
I’ll carry my
load
As you will
yours
Along this
weary road
On feet or
all fours
I guess the
only way
To make this
matter to you
Is if I were
to say
That this
statement is true:
Strangers we
may be
But we do
know each other
I’m your
daughter, you see
Your sister,
or your mother
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