The Song
He was a boy, he was alone
Never at all, but he didn’t know
And he was loved, adored by a dad
A love it seemed, he didn’t think that he had
He was a man, and he understood
The path he was on, this could do some good
Why do you care so much?
The boy asked, why are you glad?
A little thing that creeps up you see
It isn’t measured, knows no bounds
Finds us when we stop looking,
no matter what we do
It’s called love and it’s in me
And I don’t expect you to understand
But, you’ve never been me looking at you
He was a boy, she was a girl
Held the key to his heart, became his world
Different paths, same destination
Can it be wrong, this growing love sensation
Down on his knee, he planned to go
A act so grand, how could he know
Why do you care so much?
The girl questioned, about my simple affection?
It’s a little thing that crept up me
It can’t be measured, won’t know any bounds
Happens without fear, it’s what we do
It’s called love and it’s in me
And I don’t expect you to understand
Because, you’ve never been me, looking at you
Miles he’s driven, things he’s sought
Awards he’s been given, things he’s bought
Don’t add up to the mountain he had climbed
Certainly not in the way he thought
But He had a father, that boy, had a Dad
Not like he wanted, but one he still had
Prizes were behind him, not the ones sought
He had a purpose, when he feared he had not
Just a little thing that creeps up on you
He can’t be measured, He knows no bounds
Happens when we fear, no matter what we do
It’s called love and He lives in me
And he doesn’t expect you to understand
Because, you’ve never been Him, looking at you
It’s a little thing that crept up on me
Without being measured, it knows no bounds
During the best and worst, no matter what I do
We call it love and I freely give it to you
And I don’t expect you to understand
Because, you’ve never been me looking at you
No, you’ve never been me, looking at you…
About the Creator
Jason Moore
Husband of Cassie, father to Hudson (11) & Harper (10)- plus 3 doggos.
I’m a West Virginia native, living in Kentucky now for 30+ years - although I’ve always loved writing, I’m just now taking time to do it. “If You Can You Should.”
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