you can’t leave ‚cause your heart is there
© Kranichstein, Darmstadt, 2014, Florian Fritsch

One child grows up to be / Somebody that just loves to learn / And another child grows up to be / Somebody you’d just love to burn / Mom loves the both of them / You see, it’s in the blood / Both kids are good to mom / Blood’s thicker than the mud […]