I need someone to hear and to love me
Son my ears are open and my eyes can see
You can't understand the problems of my life
You are a gift but you need to release your strife
Father, On the razors edge, there is no point
Within this machine son, your a universal joint
But I don't flex or pivot around those who care
Close your tired eyes and clear the polluted air
They did not care, just walked away to create another
I love you my son but you have to love others
I love thee and pray forgiveness of my sin
It is Fine, just keep your head up and always grin
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