[verse1] Words of aspiration taken into concept, the thought of having worries isn't a feeling easy to accept.
Reminder to love your children as they grow older, it's definitely a daunting process of daunting knowledge to dissect.
Like the memories from walking to riding their first bike like a necessity from a school list you stash those memories in a folder, just like your daughter I'm sure mines the same waking me up in the night to bad dreams wanting me to hold her.
Sometimes I say just lay in my bed, I don't have the waking energy to wake up and console her.
It's a normal state, these emotions a parent can not fake, I lack getting on my knees and praying to our God above like heavens sake, these troubles I go through like an earthquake my ground beneath my feet like snake skin you will shed and shake.
It's Murphy's law that sooner or later by nature we will break before the beholder, you listen as I weep as our children get older just remember the worries we suffer now will be a reminder in the future why we stashed those memories in a school list folder.
[verse2] Every school picture tells a story, it could tell a story of a child thats happy.
Her face tells all, tells a story living with single father who works hard and still stands tall.
Look at her smile though, flip the picture and she’s happy to be with her friends and alive without understanding of alive, the look in her eyes tells you her father isn’t as hard after beer can five.
Her story can tell you she has a sense of feeling she’s here by nature not by choice, she could tell you she’s different in color and personality yet just doesn’t project it cause she doesn’t yet have the voice.
She loves who she knows as a father but yet it’s not by choice, he’s an asshole who loves hard at the end of day she tells him she loves him but only out of rejoice.
He’s harder on her than the the other two but that’s his choice, she tells him yes sir with a bit of an attitude but he can sense ignorance in her voice.
Every school picture tells a story, she thinks to her self with out him I would be with worry, but this could be myself thinking out loud and don’t have a way to defend my glory, But the look in her eyes tells the real story.
WildWolf_Turner
