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I must choose Between my father's happiness                      and mine. Knowing all is in good cause But lifting a finger to say Just cause I've been raised By this man, In this house, On this bridge, For connections of heart, I have to Am expected to Make the same decision? They make sponges of young Take advantage And force them to believe Make them go to church Of the same religion that befalls of their parents. etc. But I am a free heart destined to make my own choice My mother saved me from this prison, This brainwashing So I will defend my right. I see the looks of dissapointment. But in my mother's eyes there is triumph. Then I fall back to: "You are my last chance of not being a failure as a father."
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Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
Decision
I must choose Between my father's happiness                      and mine. Knowing all is in good cause But lifting a finger to say Just cause I've been raised By this man, In this house, On this bridge, For connections of heart, I have to Am expected to Make the same decision? They make sponges of young Take advantage And force them to believe Make them go to church Of the same religion that befalls of their parents. etc. But I am a free heart destined to make my own choice My mother saved me from this prison, This brainwashing So I will defend my right. I see the looks of dissapointment. But in my mother's eyes there is triumph. Then I fall back to: "You are my last chance of not being a failure as a father."
2005, 7th grade
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32/F/American
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
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