Summer 11

I've come to play you songs again
Wrapped up with your breaking life
Broken in your bed for life
Tangled in the sheets, too tight

We're fighting for your rights
To live, to breathe, without a machine
Too see, to seem not so serene
To smile, to yell, to stand, to fall
To call out to and be called for
To do what you were made to do

I've come to play you songs again
With a hope to reunite I'll send
You lyrics laced with fun and friends
I play to remind you of your past
To trigger an upstart
To bring you back home

Your mother and I don't want to let go
My selfish wish, these songs get through to you
So come home soon son, come home soon

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