Not As It Seems

As he holds the rear saddle Of my bike,
I peddle so hard with all my might,
Concentrating on my balance,
Feeling safe with his promise and still a little fright

Trust and love is as solid
as stone
Family is like a bundi chord
You grow old , build a family of your own
But no matter how far you pull
You always bounce back to keep each other warm.

I watch and cry a fountain
That pours down my throat
My heart is drowning
As I smile at my friends with their families
Kiss goodbye as they leave.

Here you are sweet heart
A nice new toy to play with to full fill your heart .
Full of joy and naive innocence ,
I brush her hair, feeling so much love ( the cord is weak)

Such a beautiful family
Full of love and respect
So polite the kids are,
Says the old man that lives on the corner.

Not only are children so naive
But adults choose to ignore
What's behind the closed door.
Those sunshine are thick thunder clouds waiting to pour!
( the chord is fraying)

As I turn my head and shout - look daddy I'm doing so well
Thunder crashes and lightning burned searing a hole through my heart
The man I trusted - standing 2-3 feet away smiling and laughing waving away.
Shocked in dismay, I collapse in a bundle of mess.
A bump to the head that will fade
But my heart , well that's your guess