Come with me, Come take a ride,
Come visit with my troubled mind,
Come look and point and laugh at me,
Come see what you still fear to be.
Come mock my bottle, mock my pipe,
Mock my home and mock my life,
Mock the things you’re glad you’re not,
Mock the reason, mock the plot.
Sit down, sit down next to me,
Sit down and take a look at me,
Sit down and see what I’ve become,
Sit down next to your only son.
Hide your sorrow, hide your tears,
Hide regrets of my childhood years,
Hide blame underneath mental rugs,
Hide hurt behind maternal hugs.
Cry for me, cry your tear,
Cry for me when you’re not here,
Cry for now but not for then,
Cry once and do not cry again.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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