The Sun and Son
Sometimes I wish I could pick up the sun
and be the son my dad wants
For he sees in me a light
While in me it's dark as night
Cause I've got things of my own
Battles I'm fighting in within
Fighting things not of my own,
own doing cause I've always been in
Been in between jobs to try and find me
Trying to be my own man for me
Cause I want to be just like dad,
have my own thing just like the way I saw dad
And maybe I'm afraid to let him down
That's why I always try and pick up the sun
Cause whenever the sun goes down
I understand why my dad, would pick me up, his son
Cause he doesn't want me to get lost in the darkness
For the world has already consumed itself and its greatness,
greatness leaking to souls that have mouth wide open
Cause they're hungry for the worldly things of which they receive arms open
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