Susan Senator
All happy families are not alike...
All happy families are not alike...
Paging Bob Dylan
I hear the ones who get residential as adults are not — she shook her head.
But you have to have a plan for when — they don’t say ‘dead.’
You have to go and visit a lot of places
We should just start a house, all of us — scared scarred faces
What is he going to do? He’s almost 21
I see what he loves, what he thinks is fun
But it was never something you could wrap up in a box
More often it was the box
You entered this place, beautiful and whole
But we had to force you, perfectly square peg, into the world’s dirty round hole
In the name of helping you
We had to change you
Educate you, medicate you
(I wish Bob Dylan would make a song
And tell us all where we went wrong)
Cause all I really want to do
Is just be a mom to you
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Oh I can feel your pain! This ride isn't an easy one, and I've got two.
Absolutely Beautiful. ((hugs))
So very true.
Oh, of course Robert Zimmermann wrote it all for you in '83:
Lord Protect My Child
For his age, he's wise
He's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild
My only prayer is, if I can't be there,
Lord, protect my child
As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord, protect my child
While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much
No material things to touch
Lord, protect my child
He's young and on fire
Full of hope and desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way
And can't see another day
Lord, protect my child
There'll be a time I hear tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child
Thanks, all.