A Long Way
I grew up loved
Without the help of my father
Though I saw him on weekends
We were emotionally farther
I was quiet because I didn’t know
How to get involved
I was told to man up
Even though my problems weren’t solved
Calm and patient
I kept a cool head
Until I felt alone
My feelings, misread
I became mute
With nothing to look forward to
I hated weekends when I sat
In the basement with nothing to do
I’ve come a long way
Now embracing the past
Broken out of my shell
On a high that will forever last
I found great friends
Who have my back
I found true love
And I can never forsake that
I’ve come from
Quiet and lonely
To joyful and loud
I’ve come a long way
I hope you’re proud.
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