My feelings are alway's hurt,
if it's by a friend,
a girl, my parent's or my beloved
I will never have
because my feeling's don't
mean anything to anyone,
To be a part of a family like mine
is so divine
where love is shown
hurt is shared
Open them, open them
let the light shine,
Release the binds
of chains and twine.
A wicked way the wind blows strong,
tighten the craft and strengthen the tie.
Ripping the sheets from the line does the
as a very young child mom's loving touch.
It had a delightfully delicious feel of warmth
and security upon my senses.
Have you ever wonder why things change?
Why minutes are minutes,
or why hours are hours?
Have you ever wondered?
Fathers hold you when you have bad dreams
And they comfort you when all is lost it seems.
Fathers teach you to dribble a basketball and shoot a free throw
And they lead you as you grow.