The piano man plays,
A lump forms in my throat,
My eyes sting,
He's a rocket man,
And it's going to be a long long time.
You sing on with memories of childhood,
I sing on with memories of mine,
I can't listen to Daniel ,
Or I think for sure I will cry .
You were just a kid once ,
A dreamer like me ,
Music was your life,
Then you became someone's wife .
You hide your tears.
You're not unhappy
You're just growing old .
I notice some times how you're afraid of me ,
Of what I have become ,
You look at me and explain you like the name Levon.
But it looks like Daniel ,
Must be the clouds in my mothers eyes .
- Author: Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2017 18:59
- Category: Family
- Views: 11
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