I see you, son
like a revolving door
Cycling through
the boy you’ve been
and the young man
you will be.
Pull you tight
and Push you away
When you go
please remember to
come back to me.
I see you, son
like a revolving door
Cycling through
the boy you’ve been
and the young man
you will be.
Pull you tight
and Push you away
When you go
please remember to
come back to me.
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