Where are you when I need you??? I mean, there were a few times, right? ? I could count on one hand really. But when the world is blowing up, a girl wants her dad to tell her that we'll survive. But, it was mom who was always there for me, not you.
Still, I feel like that little girl during the Cuban Missle Crisis. You were serious and wouldn't talk about it around us. You seemed to carry the load. But the load is so much heavier now, and I'm an adult carrying the load. I have no idea how to carry this one!!!
This is short today. I've said all that I can. So, I'll end with a DMB song... course.
"The world is blowing up
The world is caving in
The world has lost her way again
But you are here with me
But you are here with me
Makes it ok
[Verse 1]
I hear you still talk to me
As if you're sitting in that dusty chair
Makes the hours easier to bare
I know despite the years alone
I'll always listen to you sing your sweet song
And if it's all the same to you
I love you oh so well
Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow
Love you oh so well
'Nuff to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell."
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