You know what it is
Don’t even ask the question
The direction you took
Protected behind your Bastian
All doing well; couldn’t stop spending
Then one by one you saw your luck fade
The god’s of Jupiter and Mars
Said, “Son, it’s the end of the parade.”
Welcome, welcome; come in off the steps
I hold no judgement just wish you the best
After that journey to nowhere
Your body and soul need some rest
So lay down; take my big bed
Think about things; even begin to sing
Songs uplifting, like the fresh air will
Lift a bird with a wounded wing
You are mine my son; mean the world to me
The heavenly Father gave me a precious gift
I can tell you the number of times I fell
But was never left to rot in a ditch
We work together; we learn
Our ways of doing—are no major concern
It is where we are headed and the path we take
And using all the lessons we’ll learn
Stanski
October 5. 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 