I know now we are two men in the house,
My young lad now knows his position,
he plays into his new and permanent role,
A man he has become.
As he is burying his emotions,
As he is mantaining calm, in face of internal turmoils,
As he gasps and smiles hiding his pains,
Tears can't avoid but to stream on his chubby cheeks,
As my boy transitions into a man.
On catching sight of me, i see the brightening of his eyes,
As i draw near, i hear the joyful shrill of his voice.
As i shake his hand, am met by a warm embrace.
As my boy turns into a man.
I look into thy eyes, i see my past,
I see my unwrought ore,
I see a bud, about to bloom.
I see the sunshine after the gloom.
I see my boy turn to a man.
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 3:49 PM UTC
I know now we are two men in the house,
My young lad now knows his position,
he plays into his new and permanent role,
A man he has become.
As he is burying his emotions,
As he is mantaining calm, in face of internal turmoils,
As he gasps and smiles hiding his pains,
Tears can't avoid but to stream on his chubby cheeks,
As my boy transitions into a man.
On catching sight of me, i see the brightening of his eyes,
As i draw near, i hear the joyful shrill of his voice.
As i shake his hand, am met by a warm embrace.
As my boy turns into a man.
I look into thy eyes, i see my past,
I see my unwrought ore,
I see a bud, about to bloom.
I see the sunshine after the gloom.
I see my boy turn to a man.
Boy turns to man
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