The feeling of foolishness create insane thoughts
Thoughts of betrayal and love at the same time in your behalf.
Some type of supernatural creature you say ?
Perhaps a woman ,
A woman with the blues.
You look at me ,
As if you were looking in the mirror at your young face.
Tears run down your already wet face
Your eyes speak for themselves .
Loud and clear I feel your embarrassment ,
Praying to god that I embrace these moments.
Moments that in my future shouldn't become a skipping record of our family.
But you've got this,
Father is only an open door waiting to be closed.
With the kiss of another man ,
Attempting to heal the pain of love
You've begun climbing a mountain.
But I believe in your strength to overcome ,
I believe you've created leverage for me to grow from this
So when I grow up …
The blues won't infect me.