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  • My Child
      My Child by Maya Isacowitz

      My Child

      Song by Maya Isacowitz

      All of the Miles
      Album
      All of the Miles

      Mood

      Uplifting
      Angry
      Dramatic
      Serious
      Carefree
      Groovy
      Hopeful

      Instrument

      Vocal
      Keys
      Electric Guitar
      Claps & Snaps
      Percussion
      Acoustic Guitar
      Acoustic Drums

      Video Theme

      Lifestyle
      Fashion
      Road Trip
      Slow Motion
      Time-Lapse
      Drone Shots
      Landscape

      Genre

      Folk
      Blues
      Singer-Songwriter
      Indie

      BPM

      117
      My mamma told me I should beware
      I'll tell ya a story about mean people
      Who take use of innocent girls
      Don't mean to scare you but be careful
      Maybe think twice before you walk alone
      Call somebody to take you home
      Look over your shoulder when you go that way
      This world might take you to a bad bad place

      Remember you told me things your mamma said
      She never gave you enough affection
      Let you run around, she didn't know you're bound
      To feel alone and such neglection
      You may feel the need to fix the past through me
      And show over lovingness
      Fear you feed me pushes me further
      A world full of bad I can't take much longer

      Hold tight, you'll see I'm right
      I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
      Don't be cold and act like you know
      Some things my child make us all feel small

      Remember you told me I should watch out
      You see not all will have good intentions
      So keep your eyes stretched and sharp your senses
      I'm terrified that you'll lose direction

      Just hold tight, you'll see I'm right
      I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
      Don't be cold and act like you know
      Some things my child make us all feel small

      Take this mark back to where it came from
      Leave me out, this is not mine
      To carry with me through my life
      Hope these scars can heal with time

      Hold tight, you'll see I'm right
      I don't tell you nothing just to mess with your mind
      Don't be cold and act like you know
      Some things my child make us all feel small
      But I'll hold tight, and hope I'm right
      I'll see the good when I lose my sight
      I'll play right and follow my light
      I'll scream what I need with my silent sound