Things in this place are not as they seem:
Faces change as fast as people predict
What is not theirs to know,
What is not theirs to believe.
No one really knows the TRUTH
Until they walk down the path themselves.
And, as the path narrows,
It also grows more difficult but
Influence grows into something so
Beautiful, inspiring
Hopeful, admiring
Life as a father
Moves me everyday,
Pushes me along in forms of
Abrazos, hugs,
Besos, kisses,
"No(s)!" and "don't(s)"
Watchful and tired eyes
Try to predict
What is not theirs to
Know or believe, but
Can only guide dreams into
Becoming TRUTH...
Faces change as fast as people predict
What is not theirs to know,
What is not theirs to believe.
No one really knows the TRUTH
Until they walk down the path themselves.
And, as the path narrows,
It also grows more difficult but
Influence grows into something so
Beautiful, inspiring
Hopeful, admiring
Life as a father
Moves me everyday,
Pushes me along in forms of
Abrazos, hugs,
Besos, kisses,
"No(s)!" and "don't(s)"
Watchful and tired eyes
Try to predict
What is not theirs to
Know or believe, but
Can only guide dreams into
Becoming TRUTH...