Friday, January 28, 2011

Listen To Me, Son

Listen to me, Son.
Sometimes you’ll think it, but you’re not the only one.
Sometimes you’ll feel like you just can’t escape the heat of the sun.
And if you ever think nobody understands,
Just open your hands
Lift them up to the sky
It’s ok to ask why
It’s ok to cry
But when you’re at the end of the rope,
It’s not ok to lose hope.
But, if you do,
I’ll be there for you.

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