Security


Give me walls
Ceiling and floor
For all this I will be yours

Money, clothes
And diamond rings
These should be my favorite things

Roses, pearls
Keep me in style
Give me these, I'll bear your child

Security
And status, too
I'll always look good for you

But what if
Lost in all this wealth
I accidentally lose myself?

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