My dad was sick, my mom she cared for him.
Her love, it nursed him back to health.
But me, I ran - I couldn't even look at him,
For fear I'd have to say goodbye.
And as I start to leave, he grabs me by the shoulder
And he tells me...
What's left to lose? You've done enough.
And if you fail, well, then you fail, but not to us.
'Cause these last three years, I know they've been hard.
But now its time to get out of the desert and into the sun;
even if its alone.
That song makes me want to cry. How do people write things like that?
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