Aug 22, 2005 16:24
Mother, I'm sorry. But this is what I want. I try to see it your way, but I just can't. I swear to you I am doing my best... just don't hold your breath for my success. 'Cause lately, I've been a little unhappy. So I gotta get out before I die in this misery: no more lies, no more deceit, no more lies, no more disbelief. I want to fly straight toward the sun to see if it's real gold on the horizon. And if I get a little bit burned, I guess that's just another lesson learned.
Jack, go to sleep without another sound. I know you're gonna make your daddy proud. Already, you love where I just judged. You'll treat your mother better than I ever could. Son, I hope you live a little wiser than me: but daddy will not grow up with dignity. It's okay to get hurt, don't be afraid. I know it's tough sometimes, but you gotta be brave. I want to go hang from the stars to see if they're as pretty as they say they are. And if I find myself falling back to earth, I guess that's just another lesson learned.
So let's just keep trying. Let's start again like the trees do every spring. Something blossoms, so fresh and so good, breathing a new life into the same dead world. When you cannot see because it's just a little too dark, feel along the surface for a message scratched in the bark from a summer's night with nothing much to do. I was there. You were too...