Thoughts on the Swing


In an age of monsters and tyrants
A small boy looks for a hero
And he finds words that would seem
Like answers in an ancient battle

Screams of epic defiance
Darkness pushed back
In a cool song with a good beat
With swords and tattoos

And then this boy wakes up
To see a familiar shape
Who kisses his forehead
“Are you alright little buddy?”

As he drifts back to sleep
The boy now realizes
He has a wondrous hero
Who is undefeated.

For Conrad
From Papa

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