Mouths to feed won't sleep till he arrives, so he brings his work home. Late nights waste away plotting a plan. Tracing the steps he needs to take till he says,
"My job is done. You're old enough, it's time to leave this home and go on your own. I know it's hard, but it's not my problem anymore. Not anymore."
Eyes closed children rest unaware, so he keeps their light dim. Angels hold their tongues up above with a scowl shaking their fists when he says...
"We had our run, now you're old enough to run down your track, so don't look back. I know it's hard but it's not my problem anymore. Not anymore."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
