You Can Never Go Home
Half a block from my front steps
I could hear my momma’s cry
And as a child I learned to ask the question why?
My innocence
Innocence was gone
My innocence it questioned what could justify?
Half a week out of high school
Heaven made the call
And as a young man, I learned that bitterness
builds a wall
I realized, realized the truth
I realized there’s ends and time affects
us all
From now on, you can never go home
Son, things are changing
Half a step from my first born
I could hear the angels call
As a man, I learned that life can make you crawl
The angels cried and questioned why?
Some lessons are hard
Some are hard and some are harder still
The innocence, innocence of youth
How do you plan for changes such as this? |
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