Life starts with the first bright lights in your eyes,
Parents looking at you like they have won first prize.
As you get older your parents let you know,
They will always love you and be with you where you go.
Years go by and you have your own child,
Your parents tell you they hope he acts like you, wild.
Then years go by and you get old and die,
Back where you started looking at the bright light only this time it's in the sky.
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