Dreams vanish when touched or forgotten
Get lost in the past, and when not touched
What's left is to stop and to listen
To echoes screamed by us when little.
Have you become you've dreamed of, but Me
And to you I can't sing about this, forgive me.
You'r sincere and true, the perfection, but Me
I wont be talking about you, forgive me
You life is superb, you always achieve all you've wanted, but Me
So I wont be singing about this, forgive me.
An exemplary parent you are and a perfect kid you were, but Me
And I cannot be one, forgive me
I'm but a man that passes through time one day at a time and learning
I'm not exemplary but maybe historically antiexemplary soon to be
I have not dug a well and I haven't built a temple
I was not friendly sometimes, maybe I'v been antiexemplary
I seldom visited the parents and I seldom hug my kids
I din't make public the screeching of my teeth therefore I must be antiexemplary
I drink too much sometimes for no reason and dress too dismal oftentimes.
And as years pass I get more counsel therefore I'm antiexemplary
I'm not that social active, and I have no membership insignia.
I have but limited time and soon you will say: He was but antiexemplary
I'm but a man that passes through time one day at a time and learning
I'm not exemplary but maybe historically antiexemplary soon to be
I'm but a man that passes through time failing one day at a time and learning
I'm not exemplary but just maybe historically antiexemplary soon to be
I'm but a man that passes through time failing one day at a time and learning
I'm not exemplary but just mybe historically antiexemplary soon to be