taken from your kids
ratmando
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I think about what you did,
when you missed the kids
doing the things only kids can do.
Orders in your hands
flying to these lands
where people need you days,
and bleed your nights away.
Tell the girls they will see you,
a skype reminding where you went to.
Guitar on your back,
three days of clothes on a five day trek,
the boys keeping you alive.
Outside the van men and women screaming,
inside your mind you're only dreaming of
the last taste of her lips and her hair whisp you brushed from her eyes.
The kids know you're working but they don't see their daddy
Why do strangers get to say hello but they only get to say goodbye?
And we don't want to steal them, those moments you can't get back
First walk, a word, or joke they've said, "guess what?" "that's what!"
They don't know we feel it, when we see a flash of missing them that
Inevitability and somehow apologetically enters your voice or your eyes.
I want to thank those families, and friends you're away from
And those who have passed on that maybe you didn't get to see.
We want to bleed tears for you, we sing to support you because we
Have a great idea of what you're giving up to let us all together just be.
We hope your loves forgive us, over how much we need you
We've borne our truest partnerships with tones and volume.
Music reads the heart aches, and ensures the dams don't break.
Whether you're off to war, or watching madness from a stage.
I feel guilty stealing time
knowing kids just age one time
doing the things only kids can do.
Tour plans in your head
Every town is the same again
where people need you days,
and bleed your nights away.
Tell the girls they will see you,
a skype reminding where you went to.
Guitar on your back,
three days of clothes on a five day trek,
the boys keeping you alive.
(this is my love letter to harper and olivia and pandora and jill and... everyone.......)
when you missed the kids
doing the things only kids can do.
Orders in your hands
flying to these lands
where people need you days,
and bleed your nights away.
Tell the girls they will see you,
a skype reminding where you went to.
Guitar on your back,
three days of clothes on a five day trek,
the boys keeping you alive.
Outside the van men and women screaming,
inside your mind you're only dreaming of
the last taste of her lips and her hair whisp you brushed from her eyes.
The kids know you're working but they don't see their daddy
Why do strangers get to say hello but they only get to say goodbye?
And we don't want to steal them, those moments you can't get back
First walk, a word, or joke they've said, "guess what?" "that's what!"
They don't know we feel it, when we see a flash of missing them that
Inevitability and somehow apologetically enters your voice or your eyes.
I want to thank those families, and friends you're away from
And those who have passed on that maybe you didn't get to see.
We want to bleed tears for you, we sing to support you because we
Have a great idea of what you're giving up to let us all together just be.
We hope your loves forgive us, over how much we need you
We've borne our truest partnerships with tones and volume.
Music reads the heart aches, and ensures the dams don't break.
Whether you're off to war, or watching madness from a stage.
I feel guilty stealing time
knowing kids just age one time
doing the things only kids can do.
Tour plans in your head
Every town is the same again
where people need you days,
and bleed your nights away.
Tell the girls they will see you,
a skype reminding where you went to.
Guitar on your back,
three days of clothes on a five day trek,
the boys keeping you alive.
(this is my love letter to harper and olivia and pandora and jill and... everyone.......)
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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