Afternoon joys.

I sit and think about the day that you’re gonna die,
‘Cause your wrinkled eyes betrayed the joy with which you smiled.
Care to see my reason?
Care to put your life in mine?
Looking at life from the perspective of a boy
Who’s learnt to love you but has also learned to grow.
Could we make it better, stormy weather?
So I dunno.

I look at you,
You look at me,
We bite each other.
And with your bitter words you kick me in the gutter.
But my troops are bigger than yours
‘Cause you’ll never stand my fight.
Ours is a family that’s based upon tradition
But with my careless words I tread upon your vision.
Are five kids better than one, who’d busy like to be gone?

This is to my name,
This ain’t a greater plan to break your heart of me.
I know that what I’ve started means that when we have parted
I can live in honesty.

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