In my early childhood like all girls and boys I would cry over my broken toys
The toy I remember was rusted in the rain the words of my mother eased all the pain
The more we may stumble the less we shall fall
There`s one who was burdened much greater than all
The long Gallileean who`s hands hold the scars
The more we remember the bigger we are
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My childhood is over my toy put away the treehouse is empty where I used to play
Like toys that are broken the heartaches I`ve known
The more I have suffered the bigger I`ve grown
The more we may stumble...
(The more we remember the bigger we are)