I remember a simpler time,
when all the world seemed right,
and all I had to be,
was the man of the house
for my little brother,
and my little sister,
and my Mommy,
my single mother.
I was so naive back then,
I thought that always in the end,
as you give, you would receive,
but now I find that hard to believe.
Prove me wrong.
Please,
prove me wrong.
