round the corner
round the corner I look
I’m standing in the kitchen
I watch your gurgles and giggles
at cartoon pigs and the likes
it fills my heart with something
that’s impossible to describe
its a happy pain or a joyous ache
round the corner my teary eyes hide
round the corner I stand
and hear your attempt at speech
such meaning and such effort
is put into everything
its a strange delight this fathers brew
a potion sipped and not quaffed
this happy pain and joyous ache
has raised my heart aloft
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