When you don't accept my child.
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When you call me sick and defective,
when you tell me to put him in a home.ε σε ίδρυμα.
When you tell me that nature makes mistakes.
When you call my offspring defective.
When you don't want it and you call it out with your actions,
the attitude,
your actions.
When you tell me to accept its doom.
When you don't accept it...
Then you don't accept me.
Then you drive me away from you.
Then you cut me in two.
You kill me.
And I'm left alone.
More alone than ever.
Then you become death.
My death.
And where I die,
again,
I rise for him.
The problematic,
the sick,
the flawed...
my child!
The one that made me...
the strongest,
woman,
in the world!
You!
These lyrics are yours!
You know...
You are not alone!
Have a good Saturday night.
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