15 March 2013
All I hear is 'blah blah' from a brat
Huffing in their own bedroom Wondering why life is so cruel Surrounded by gifts and love Wrapped up in cotton wool
'When I was a boy' A phrase I say more and more Falls on deaf ears Another grown up old bore
Children heed our words They come from a place of love Adults were kids once We understand all you speak of
There is a lesson I hope To found in this verse Know yourself and be thankful And I care, even though I may curse
I Care • Opuss № I