You Make Me Proud
I sit here listening to my son play the guitar,
It sounds so good ,so good so far,
He starts to play along them strings,
And then you hear him start to sing,
Keep that rythme and keep it strong,
Remember the words of this song,
He trys to get it and get it right,
Hes always playing night after night,
I hope he can make it to the top,
Either way he makes me feel proud of what i got,
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2009
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