Broken Toys

In the tapestry of life's grand design,

Where threads of sorrow and joy intertwine,

A father's harsh deeds, a mother's choice,

Echo in the silence with a haunting voice.

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Their actions, like stones in a still pond,

Ripple through time, of which we're all fond,

Yet, in their wake, the pain they've sown,

Becomes the seeds from which we've grown.

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We, their offspring, broken, yet strong,

Learn from their errors, righting the wrong,

For though they faltered, and led us astray,

We forge ahead, finding our own way.

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In every heartache, there's wisdom to find,

And in each shadow, light's not far behind,

So, let us mend what was once torn,

And in our healing, be reborn.

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For we are not just products of the past,

But architects of futures vast,

With every choice, we carve our fate,

In love's hands, never too late.