The Most Beautiful Indie Pop Acoustic Music

Verse 1:
Oh holy bread, oh gift divine and bread,
The child embraced you, for it is well.
For there is a plate full, yet it's refused,
Since as long as there's bread in store, it's loved.
Verse 2:
The mother at home gives it with much love,
Cut by cut, as all the mothers prove.
In school, the child loudly proclaims,
Here I eat my bread without waiting!
Chorus:
Bread brings happiness and a feast so fine,
Many slices - a child's treat divine.
While mother sighs, her heart so sore,
As judging eyes glance more and more.
Verse 3:
Laughter or shame, a mother's plight,
She strives to give her child what's right.
But the bread speaks loud with childlike glee,
"At home it's counted, here it's free!"