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My back aches It breaks from carrying you, Boy So many years All your life All my life You hold me back And slow me down You keep dragging me Down to the ground I could have flown but for you Keeping the past within me Anchoring me to the long gone I remember you Scrambling in the dirt And fighting in the street But underneath you were soft Too fast to believe And maybe you still make me a fool I've always told you Toughen up, kid! I can't afford your gullibility I refuse to feel your fears Or hear the voices that scare you Do you hear me, kid? And tell me this, Boy Do I still see the world Through your wide open eyes?                                   By Phil Roberts
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
THE BOY
My back aches It breaks from carrying you, Boy So many years All your life All my life You hold me back And slow me down You keep dragging me Down to the ground I could have flown but for you Keeping the past within me Anchoring me to the long gone I remember you Scrambling in the dirt And fighting in the street But underneath you were soft Too fast to believe And maybe you still make me a fool I've always told you Toughen up, kid! I can't afford your gullibility I refuse to feel your fears Or hear the voices that scare you Do you hear me, kid? And tell me this, Boy Do I still see the world Through your wide open eyes?                                   By Phil Roberts
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Aug 3, 2017
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