Serene Defined

Dear child of mine, hold me near, we will be fine

My voice is well defined, you're the reason, not the crime

Oh sit down dear, let's talk about why we're here

There's nothing to fear, life goes on from here

Yeah I talk too much, I grow

But still that growth is rough, it seems to hold me down

Still I hold my thought, I know, when I've had enough

Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me

Just a memory, just a memory, just a memory

Don't make me be, don't make me be, don't make me be