I remember the lonely Fridays on the bench
Waiting for no one but you
Beside me my friends are laughing
But I’m here waiting for you
I remember the squash for me, and the squash for you
But I was alone on the bench
Hours later the yard was empty
And that was then you showed
A real man takes care of his child
No matter the circumstances
No matter the work, the woman or home
He will be there to slay her dragons
I remember the good times
Before she came along
The times you took me to your work
I remember the sweets in the jar on your desk
And your college who always drew with me
Do you remember our walks in the park, by the zoo?
Us running around and having fun
A real man takes care of his child
No matter the circumstances
No matter the work, the women or home
He will be there to slay her dragon
Sometimes I wish you were here
So, I could tell you how much I miss you
And how hard every day has been without you.
But here i am and you never show
A real man takes care of his child
No matter the circumstances
No matter the work, the women or home
He will be there to slay her dragons
YOU ARE READING
A Real Man
PoetryDet her er en lyric til min far, som jeg næsten aldrig snakker med..Jeg er i gang med at skrive selve historien om hvordan vi endte med det "forhold" som vi har i dag, og hvorfor det endte sådan. Her er en lille forsmag.
