Papá, I’m sorry for all the wrong turns I’ve made along the road,
When help and support was all you showed.
You tried to warn me that the world can be cold,
But I become weak and so I fold.
You teach me to be righteous and bold,
But I find a way to cope.. and you know the rest.. it’s the same old..
And I know it’s not fair,
I can’t let you see me this way even though you say you’re always there.
Please, be aware.
I’m smiling now, I don’t want to give you a scare..
Papá bear.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Papá, I’m sorry for all the wrong turns I’ve made along the road,
When help and support was all you showed.
You tried to warn me that the world can be cold,
But I become weak and so I fold.
You teach me to be righteous and bold,
But I find a way to cope.. and you know the rest.. it’s the same old..
And I know it’s not fair,
I can’t let you see me this way even though you say you’re always there.
Please, be aware.
I’m smiling now, I don’t want to give you a scare..
Papá bear.
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