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**Chorus:**
Oh, my honey bees, buzzing through the trees,  
In the garden of life, you bring the sweet release.  
With your golden touch, you fill the air with dreams,  
Oh, my honey bees, you're more than you seem.

**Verse 1:**
In the morning light, as the flowers bloom,  
You dance in harmony, dispelling the gloom.  
With every gentle hum, you sing your song,  
In the rhythm of nature, where you belong.

Gathering nectar, life's golden thread,  
In the joy of togetherness, you move ahead.  
Through fields of color, you weave your way,  
In the dance of the sun, you greet the day.

**Verse 2:**
In the hive of hearts, community thrives,  
With every tiny wing, a sense of life survives.  
The sweetness you create, a gift to share,  
In the tapestry of time, love's gentle care.

Working side by side, in unity's embrace,  
In the garden's hold, you find your place.  
With every journey, near and far,  
In the heart of life, you set the bar.

**Bridge:**
Through the seasons' change, you carry on,  
In the cycle of life, from dusk till dawn.  
With every buzz, a story you tell,  
In the whispers of time, where dreams dwell.

In the harmony of nature, we find our song,  
In the dance of my honey bees, we all belong.  
With every touch, a sweet refrain,  
In the heart of life, love will reign.

**Chorus:**
Oh, my honey bees, buzzing through the trees,  
In the garden of life, you bring the sweet release.  
With your golden touch, you fill the air with dreams,  
Oh, my honey bees, you're more than you seem.

**Outro:**
As the day fades, and stars appear,  
In the glow of the night, you persevere.  
Oh, my honey bees, in the moon's gentle light,  
In the heart of the hive, all feels right.

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(1) My honey bees

Part editing, Mixing and Mastering made by Powertoast Music

A shoutout to Powertoast who helped me remaster the song
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“Caretaker” is my story about being the parent to my own mother. I was the one cooking, calming, cleaning up, talking her down from pills and panic, carrying the weight of her addiction and illness while trying to hold together a life of my own. Every time I tried to leave to save myself, she collapsed, said I was all she had, and threatened to end it, so I kept coming back, convinced that loving her meant keeping her alive.

The song starts at the moment I finally broke and said I could not do it anymore, and then gets to the call two days later telling me she was gone, pills on the floor. It sits in that ugly mix of relief, anger, love, and survivor’s guilt that keeps whispering I killed her by choosing myself, even though I know her life was never really in my hands.

“Caretaker” is me grieving not just her death, but the years I spent fading into her chaos, and the mother I never really got to have. It is a goodbye from someone who did not like who she became at the end, but still hurts because she is gone, and is only now trying to believe that walking away does not make me a monster.

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