one of my favorite songs from mudvayne is cradle.. its speaks more about a boy blaming his mother for not raising him well.. he tells everyone that she was his hero but then because she was left alone by his mother. the boy doesnt find reason at all to love her back.
cradle a figurative adjective for a love from a mother.. the 26 year old boy at heart seeks cradle from a mother..
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there are things we can avoid, there are things we can deny to ourselves.. but no one can deny that he/she lives.. somewhere between birth and death is life.. and that is one common thing we all are.. we all have lives.. it is somewhere between birth and death.. whether if you were with a golden spoon or you were born in a manger.. those things dont matter, what matters is the time you were given to spend.. the time we spend after we are born and time before we die..
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