There was a time I used to look into my father’s eyes.
In a happy home I was king I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall.
I hear the songs from the places where I was born.
Up on the hill across the blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed,
My father said,
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now, yeah.
On Growing Up.
December 15, 2012 by Leave a Comment
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