I have the feeling I’m more like my father than my mother—and that scares her.
The thing is, but I believe there is no way I would ever believe anything less than he would do everything for us. A sad thought when you realize the norm has challenged that perspective to the desire for that of man over god; reality over hope; fear over faith.
Afraid of having fun anymore lest it means I’ve fallen off the watch.
I bet it’s been a long since while that they’d heard such a Romantic concept.
Do you believe in strings of invisible love and faith?
‘Cause I do.
That’s the story of life—the difference between do everything and do anything.