I promised silence; still, your echo lingers,
a whisper of yesterday in my heart's chambers.
What did we offer? Nothing, a void, a sigh,
while Papa toiled from dawn till the dark sky.
Mama, you bore the world's sorrows, a balm,
a gentle hand, a quiet, sheltering calm.
The love you gave, a boundless, sacred art,
Mama, Papa, a grateful, beating heart.
Papa, see now, the world swells with my name,
and finally I understand, the burning flame.
Mama, your prayers, a strength that will not fade,
May we never stray, from the path you made.
The love you gave, a boundless, sacred art,
Mama, Papa, a grateful, beating heart.
Have you ever witnessed such devotion's grace?
Mama, Papa, the love that holds our space.
The love you gave, a boundless, sacred art,
Mama, Papa, a grateful, beating heart.
Thank you, thank you, for all you gave,
Thank you, thank you, beyond the grave.
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