It's Perspetive Baby
I, we, our children
felt so damn sorry for ourselves
You said "Imagine if we were in a concentration camp"
that pretty much did it
every time, it brought us back
all of us, every time.
Then you forgot perspective yourself
Maybe your Daddy died and that messed you up.
But we still depended on you
to bring us back to how good our life was
we depended on your perspective
For a moment, you forgot your persective
Sweetie, you cried and it scared us
But you got it back
So we asked ourselves
our children and I
to imagine a life without you
and we got
Your Perspective
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