Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas