The Son
So much rage
So much fear
You scream out loud
But no one hears
Spread your wings
To find their clipped
Feel so alone
To take that hit
Stand in a crowd
But still alone
You feel so empty
Chilled to the bone
But I am here
To guide you through
With love of fathers
Toward their son’s
So much fear
You scream out loud
But no one hears
Spread your wings
To find their clipped
Feel so alone
To take that hit
Stand in a crowd
But still alone
You feel so empty
Chilled to the bone
But I am here
To guide you through
With love of fathers
Toward their son’s
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