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Before I was him
This time that we all knew a different point of view
the door's unlocked and screen door slamming
and games under the moon
until a mother's call as the night should find us all
hiding under thorns and bushes, promising soon
there are things we can't control
yet we try to make them whole
a mother's love, a father's glove
and the scars to hide the soul
There are people that we try to make
friends full of shit and yet we fake
no one trusts or will discuss
the kids under the moon
and we grow until we know that all we really want is snow
the quiet flakes, child mistakes and the courage not to know
As she watched the waves come in
she told them of our sins
her wedding ring down by her feet
scratched and worn thin
there are things we can't control
yet we try to make them whole
a mother's love, a father's glove
and the scars to hide the soul
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