I cut the grass today
In my garden
Soon it will not be my garden
The grass will still grow
Bend beneath my children’s footsteps
Hear their laughter
I will not be there
I have to go
To survive
To hear my children’s laughter
To live
I have to go
Find a new garden
For my children
For me
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