With a paper barrier,
Protecting the child pushing from inside,
From the world's terror.
And as long as the forces on your body,
Wear kid gloves when pushing the weakest parts,
One can get through life as the king of the world,
Even with the most sensitive heart.
But, as happens with the more people you meet,
You eventually meet the one,
Who's hands are rough and tear that paper apart,
And expose your child to depression.
But it's alright,
Your child's at the age to learn,
And to be able to patch the paper up,
And be a bit harder on the next turn.
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