And it happens
like the sun ends the day
maybe theres something left unsaid
as the hand that guides me slips away
and it was never easy
maybe it was never right
that's not the problem
because perspective gives us a different sight
and the man you made me
may not stand the day
but the time you gave me
doesn't fade away
even during the nights silent and restless, silent and grey.
because it's not a matter of choice
it's the only way
from father to son
one promise unbroken
that hand that made me, will slip away
like the sun ends the day
maybe theres something left unsaid
as the hand that guides me slips away
and it was never easy
maybe it was never right
that's not the problem
because perspective gives us a different sight
and the man you made me
may not stand the day
but the time you gave me
doesn't fade away
even during the nights silent and restless, silent and grey.
because it's not a matter of choice
it's the only way
from father to son
one promise unbroken
that hand that made me, will slip away
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