somewhere far back in my memory
i’m on a tire swing back on that old hickory tree
with the tan house in front
and your guiding hands push me through the air
who was i to take stock in this memory, who was i to know whats fair
when i was young you were my angel
looking after me
now looking back at all this i still cry when i hear a mother say sweet pea
as i grew older, i shook hands with a monster
who claimed you as his own
and then when the red blurring lights whirred away
they took you and left me all alone
and its sad to feel the hatred that i have against this fight
but its this very war i wage that will some day take your life
and its sad i have to build up to this
and say my goodbyes now
but this hesitation to bring the words to lips
but its as much emotion as i can stand to allow
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