Friday, April 1, 2016

They say

But what will *they* think my son 
I traveled miles and miles
To bring you here 
To mold you into what I could never be 
Not what you want to do 
Not what you desire 
I know best 
Even if I don't know you 
Or see you 
I know best 
But son , what will *they* think 
When they see you following *your* dreams


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