My home smells like pinecones
and it reminds me of his scent.
My parents work hard for me
Just to provide and help for me
It’s like hell but the pain they give
The blood they shear call them warriors.
Work is torture but they provide for me
The living room is where we talk atleast.
The work they did was millions and
Millions of pound like I said just to
Provide for me.
The bills wink at my parents but that never
Makes them stop.
I love my parents the tremendous touched
parents in my life. I love my parents and
I love them very very much.