Tuesday, September 25, 2007

tow the line

Come babe, that’s right you, my love.
I am talking to you.
Standing up tall and proud.
Yes, it’s me your man.

Once a shadow of a man.
Still a child locked inside.
Not ready to grow up.
Not capable of towing the load.

A boy inside a man still wanting to be a boy.
Hoping to grow into a man.
You towed the line.
I was on for the ride.

You blazed the trail for us.
I couldn’t even follow that.
You led the way.
I stumbled along trying to find the path.

I needed to find my own.
Yours was too good baby.
You led the way but I went astray.
I could keep up with the pace you set.

Expectations I knew you had for us.
Expectations I knew you had for yourself.
Expectations I knew you had for me.
Too many expectations for me as a boy.

A boy inside a man still wanting to be a boy.
Hoping to grow into a man.
You towed the line.
I was on for the ride.

You amazed me with your desire.
Never a complaint from you.
Just carried the weight.
Led the way, waiting for me.

When would I grow up?
You never asked me baby.
Never pressured me.
You just towed the load.

Made some headway while I played.
Aimless in my direction.
Lost in my desire.
Misguided for sure.

Expectations I knew you had for us.
Expectations I knew you had for yourself.
Expectations I knew you had for me.
Too many expectations for me as a boy.

One day though babe.
You were towing the line.
I saw you, I saw the load.
I saw the strain. I saw the pain.
I felt it inside.

The time came for me, right then.
To take that line from you.
To grow from a boy.
To a man baby.

Come babe, that’s right you, my love.
I am talking to you.
Standing up tall and proud.
Yes, it’s me your man.

You can follow me.
Let me blaze the trail.
Follow me, your man.
I am gonna lead the way.

Time to tow the line.
Be the man.
Rest your tired body.
Watch your man now.

Look at me. Look at me.
Walking tall.
Walking proud.
Towing the line.
Pulling the weight.

It is my time.
My time to shine.
From boy to man.
Follow me now to the promised land.

Come babe, that’s right you, my love.
I am talking to you.
Standing up tall and proud.
Yes, it’s me your man.

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