after all these years
breathe in the night
that crushed a tired sunrise
born again the day
brings young naivety
a laptop souvenir is worth its weight
in silver a golden son
you'll be home again
and i'll be home again
mend in my sleep
i'm boxing under water
waddle on the wake
waking on a summer day
after all these years
forget about all the troubled times
munificent, artless and ascetic
playing like a scared
enthusiastic pawn
and every father's pain
casts a shadow over a broken son
you'll be whole again
and i'll be whole again
all those years
i was hurting to feel
something more than life
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