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In the cradle age
No need for more
Just the hours played
On the wooden floor
And we took our steps
While the garden grew
So you paved the way
To wander through
When I lost your keys
No you didn’t shout
Didn’t lose your shit
When I strung you out
But as others played
On steady ground
I could feel your patience slowing down
How the days were spent preparing
For the lives you didn’t choose
And the wait is never-ending
For better news
It’s not dream
That I kept half-baked
It’s a truth to grow
Beside your stake
And I’ll keep it cool
I’ll write you back
Be an ear though you never needed that
And I’ll never know
Who won your praise
But it’s not all bad
It’s just a phase
