HANG TOUGH
I KNOW SOMEDAYS,
OF ME YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.
ALL I CAN SAY IS THINGS WILL GET BETTER.
JUST HANG TOUGH.
YOU WERE MY FIRST BORN,
THE APPLE OF MY EYE.
YOU COULD ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH,
AND HARDLY EVEN TRY.
YOUR FIRST WOBBLY STEPS, YOUR FIRST WORD.
I WAS THERE FOR THEM ALL,ALL YOUR TROUBLES I'VE HEARD.
EVEN WHEN THE CONCEPT OF COLORS BAFFLED YOU SO MUCH,
YOU STILL CRAWLED IN MY LAP CRAVING MY TOUCH.
NOW YOU'RE A TEENAGER AND ALMOST ALL GROWN.
AND STILL YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS SHOWN.
MAYBE SOME DAYS I CRITISIZE YOUR SENSE OF FASHION,
AND YOU REBEL BY TELLING ME YOU HATE ME WITH PASSION.
WHEN YOU LOOK BACK ON LIFE AND REMEMBER THINGS,
ALWAYS REMEMBER,
YOU WERE THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS.
THIS ONE'S FOR MY AMAZING SON RYAN THE MARINE.
OF ME YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.
ALL I CAN SAY IS THINGS WILL GET BETTER.
JUST HANG TOUGH.
YOU WERE MY FIRST BORN,
THE APPLE OF MY EYE.
YOU COULD ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH,
AND HARDLY EVEN TRY.
YOUR FIRST WOBBLY STEPS, YOUR FIRST WORD.
I WAS THERE FOR THEM ALL,ALL YOUR TROUBLES I'VE HEARD.
EVEN WHEN THE CONCEPT OF COLORS BAFFLED YOU SO MUCH,
YOU STILL CRAWLED IN MY LAP CRAVING MY TOUCH.
NOW YOU'RE A TEENAGER AND ALMOST ALL GROWN.
AND STILL YOUR LOVE FOR ME IS SHOWN.
MAYBE SOME DAYS I CRITISIZE YOUR SENSE OF FASHION,
AND YOU REBEL BY TELLING ME YOU HATE ME WITH PASSION.
WHEN YOU LOOK BACK ON LIFE AND REMEMBER THINGS,
ALWAYS REMEMBER,
YOU WERE THE WIND BENEATH MY WINGS.
THIS ONE'S FOR MY AMAZING SON RYAN THE MARINE.
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