
There's no such happy moment
Than of seeing Nanay smile
Those different motherly grin she had with his daughter
And that infant in the crib was me.
Neighbors almost utter every amazing word
Which they could ever say to a baby,
They have all approved that I'm beautiful
And that beautiful baby was me.
When eras ripened the seed within me,
There changed everything, everybody
Seasons began to throw a filthy dust on my face
The dirt of this very earth that made the good-looking dreadful.
And that what they have said about me
Now, I am Twenty
Where are their impressing utterances?
Every sound of those went void and dead
Of which this day
I know in my heart I needed the most.
I am a woman of dream, despite the mess
That my acquaintances see beyond my eyes
But still they don't feel the desire of my heart
That anchors the beautiful thing inside of me
Even before Nanay and Tatay craft my being.
I believe that I'm still beautiful
Just as I see the golden promise
Over the fields and the hills
I am twenty and few days from now
I can still be more beautiful
More than of what they once saw in the crib.
Than of seeing Nanay smile
Those different motherly grin she had with his daughter
And that infant in the crib was me.
Neighbors almost utter every amazing word
Which they could ever say to a baby,
They have all approved that I'm beautiful
And that beautiful baby was me.
When eras ripened the seed within me,
There changed everything, everybody
Seasons began to throw a filthy dust on my face
The dirt of this very earth that made the good-looking dreadful.
And that what they have said about me
Now, I am Twenty
Where are their impressing utterances?
Every sound of those went void and dead
Of which this day
I know in my heart I needed the most.
I am a woman of dream, despite the mess
That my acquaintances see beyond my eyes
But still they don't feel the desire of my heart
That anchors the beautiful thing inside of me
Even before Nanay and Tatay craft my being.
I believe that I'm still beautiful
Just as I see the golden promise
Over the fields and the hills
I am twenty and few days from now
I can still be more beautiful
More than of what they once saw in the crib.

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