Mike Whissell - When You Were Young

I catch you staring down at your dull right arm
Knowing that the last weeks have come
It hurts me just knowing that you'll never hear my songs
And aphasia makes the words come out wrong

All I can do is keep your bedroom warm
And shade you from that wretched sun
I try not to let you hear my tears come down
It's arduous to face this head on
It's arduous to face it alone

I read your journals back to you as nightly lullabies
Like a looking glass forming your Mind's Eye
When you were young you were better than me
I'm half your age, and still so much I should be

I waited too long to ask the wrong questions
How the hell did you overcome apprehension
I am at arms length with everyone now
For I will only let them down
There is a jaded son in my reflection

Here on your deathbed, the last words you said
Son, you worry too damn much
Just go out and spread the love while you still can
Don't count the hour glass sand

Written by:
Kristofer Whissell

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