Perhaps you would feel much better
If you thought your parents had spoken no lie
For their job was to teach yours was to try
You chose a path in which to lose
Your mind your own in which to choose
Not old enough to even learn the blues
You invited them to pave the way
Into a young tender heart
That was no where near ready to pave
Let alone packed to hold the heavy
So a sinkhole you win
A lot to fill in
Before stability can stand the stay