The morning broke, we were still asleep,
The dishes piled in the kitchen sink;
You were halfway to a better life.
Now we have dreams of our children
They won't be born to prodigal sons
They will never go to sleep, with the fear that we will leave
‘Cause they'll know we are happy where we are.
I wrote some words on a paper sheet
Wanted to tell you of our mother's grief,
Wanted to say that we are better off alone.
But I took a coward’s stance
And crumpled drafts of my weak laments,
You never showed me how to face my fears.
Now we have dreams of our children
They won't be born to prodigal sons
They will never go to sleep, with the fear that we will leave
‘Cause they'll know we are happy where we are.
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