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We were playing one day, the middle child and meA little girl of five years, she was serving teaShe had lined up the dolls and then she told me these words"You gotta make sure my children get seconds and thirds."Seconds and thirds, that's what they should getNot the back of a hand or a life of regretAnd now a five-year old woman says these little words"You gotta make sure my children get seconds and thirds."Another day, the same room, the oldest child of threeA little boy of six years pretending to beThe father he barely knew, the one who O.D.ed and diedNow he's protecting his sisters from their mother's hard lifeBut it's Seconds and thirds, that's what he should getNot an early adulthood or abuse or neglectAnd now a six-year old man has to hide how he hurtsInstead of holding his plate up for seconds and thirdsThere's some kind of thread that these children hang on toAnd a hope that their parents get better one dayThough the thread's awfully thin it can cover the woundingAnd that's where hope gets in the wayThe last one arrives, the youngest of allLetras de cancionesA little girl, only four, so delicate and frailWe'd play doctor and nurse, we used band-aids each timeThere were never enough for all the hurts that she'd findShe'd walk out of my office from her head to her toesAll covered with band-aids and God only knowsHow she'll get to her healing through all of that painDear Lord, let me help if I canNow these three little souls have new parents todayAdopted by grace and a couple who said They'd be there to provide, to protect and to loveIn a home where there'd be no drinking or drugsOnly seconds and thirds, that's what they would getNot conscription to lives where their needs were not metAnd I hope that they'll soar like the clouds and the birdsWhile they're feasting and flying on seconds and thirdsI hope they're feasting and flying on seconds and thirds From Letras Mania