I will build a road of concrete

I will build a road of concrete
And walk along the path.
Though it is hard concrete.
I will walk on that.

Even when I fall.
And trip and stumble and slide.
Once I pick myself up.
I will go along on a glide.

When I cry at the pain.
And yelp at all the bad.
I'll pick myself up.
I'll remember what I once had.

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The place I call home

I'm leaving now.
I'm going home.
I'm leaving now.
To the place I call home.

I won't come back.
I'll be at home.
I'll be happy there.
The place I call home.

Where the birds sing.
And the flowers dance.
Where the wind whispers.
In the place I call home.

The children play.
The stars sparkle.
The dogs bark.
In the place I call home.

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