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MY BOY
Watching the sun come and turn it around
How it can prove what was found
Let the sun change your grey grass to gold
You have in your soul what it holds
Walking so helplessly now
Down the street
I see you standing there
I wasn’t there with your fleet
And I know it’s my turn now
To be standing there by your feet
A cool breeze blowing in your hair
Makes me see what you had to tear
Your eyes glisten in the sun
Makes me not care that you’re my son
You were born of my soul that day
Even though you bore the whole way
It’s like a steady rush
And never was it crushed
Give me the sweet boy
And free his soul with much joy
My eyes plead for the release
He shouldn’t have to be bound to this leash
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Take baby steps and then maybe after a hundred or two steps you may stand a chance against these giants
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