My mother used to always lay me down in my bed
A nice warm blanket and a pillow for my head
Cushioned from the world and all of its hurt
Just me and my mother, the rest was a blur
When I was young I had her as my shield
Though she always warned me of the pain I would feel
But too young to understand, I thought pain wasn't real
She said
Don't cry of the past, life is a pain
But look on forward, let it sharpen your brain
When you're knocked down get up on your feet
Don't let life beat you, leave you down in defeat
(Leave you down in defeat, oh)
When I got a bit older put myself to bed
I still had a pillow, but no shield for my head
My mother told me, "you're grown so good luck"
I had no protection from the world and its muck
Now that I'm older she isn't my shield
And I'm fully exposed to the pain I can feel
And I know her lessons, and the pain's very real
I remember she said
Don't cry of the past, life is a pain
But look on forward, let it sharpen your brain
When you're knocked down get up on your feet
Don't let life beat you, leave you down in defeat
(Leave you down in defeat, oh)
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(She said)