I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
My son. Not to disparage anyone else’s son, but I’m talking about my son.
My son. Not to disparage anyone else’s son, but I’m talking about my son.
(I’m inordinately proud of the alt text on this one)
(I’m inordinately proud of the alt text on this one)
Now:
Now: