I do not have a fancy degree dear child

I do not have a wallet full of money dear child

I do not have a house of my own dear child

I do not have even a job dear child

I cry myself to sleep sometimes dear child

wondering how your father and I will support you

I cry myself to sleep sometimes dear child

wondering what you will think of me

I can not offer you much right now dear child

but if you will have it I can offer you my love

It's not much dear child, but this beat up old heart is yours to have

this love is yours to keep

and I promise for as long as I live I will do my best dear child

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