When I was good I felt everyone was good
When I was bad I feared everyone was bad.
So it was me making others sad or glad
Again it was me making others good or bad.
But who made me sad or glad, good or bad?
I remember during my childhood he was my dad,
And it was a girl during youth, when I was mad,
Now it’s lovely gone time that I ever had!
A woman, I couldn’t ever change her mood,
How much loved me I now understood!

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