I found him in a sea of praise
And a picture of his smiling face
He was older by a quarter of a century
But still his friendship comforts me
Mother, I think I’m sorry
Father, I know I’m not
I plan to have my own say
With new perspective on my lot
He’d sit upright in his chair
Mine was borrowed, it was fair
Truth’s a fish I had rather be set free
But in my eyes I know just what he’ll see
Mother, please don’t worry
Father, I don’t care
The long nights have turned to day
And our link’s now but a hair
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