And when you picked me up, I prayed you'd never put me down.
For standing on my own two feet was never in the plan.
But prayers aren't for plans. Prayers are for intentions. Prayers are for God.
I anticipated things never ending, I still keep my chin up.
I watch you move around me, I watch the days pass.
This wasn't for summer. Summer isn't for me.
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