In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
before I was afraid of you
I was kidnapped by your memory
and it took me for a ride
back to the days of childhood
and every tear I did not cry
and it drove me back
to show me something
I forgot I knew
before I was afraid of you
your memory took the back roads
as it drove me through the past
to the sound of unbound laughter
I thought would always last
running around
on solid ground
but in your arms I flew
before I was afraid of you
but every child grows older
quicker than was planned
and it eventually comes time
to make the boy a man
I recall only glimpses
of the affection you withdrew
before I was afraid of you
I don't remember much
and perhaps I'm better off
but sometimes small memories come
and I recall a father's love
you did what you thought was right
but, oh, the price we paid
we never knew
before I was afraid
before I was afraid of you
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