I've asked the same old questions...

27 years ago, I placed a call to my parents much the same as my son did to his mom and dad last night. Heart broken, mind scattered because of what she did, what she said, and how he felt. Despite my history, my journey, my personal work, I had just about the same amount of useful advice my parents did so long ago ... which is to say not much at all. Some things you have to go through on your own. It's not fair. It's hard. It's life.

I've Been Where You Are

[Verse 1]

Son, I've been where you are,

I've asked the same old questions,

Run the same laps in my mind

Down that same dark road.

I've questioned everything I knew,

Wondered what I did wrong,

Held my broken heart outside my chest

For the whole wide world to see.

[Verse 2]

I've done my very best

Just to watch it blow up in my face.

I've worked my fingers to the bone

Only to feel it fall apart in my hands.

I've asked for answers, asked them why,

Asked them how, and asked them when,

And I've known deep down they'd never come,

Like rain that never falls.

[Chorus]

Oh, I've stood right where you're standing,

I've held love in these two hands,

I've watched it turn to darkness

And I never understood.

But pain is part of living, son,

It's how the good roots grow,

And I love you, I love you,

More than I could ever show.

[Verse 3]

I've loved, and I've stood strong,

I've held her up through the storm,

And I've watched it all come crashing down

Like a barn in a winter wind.

I called my folks the way you called us,

Told a story of heartbreak and confusion,

Hoped for understanding, hoped for love,

And I got it, like I pray you did.

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]

There's not much harder for a parent

Than to hear their child's heart break.

I wish I had more wisdom,

More than I know how to give.

Pain leads to wisdom, son,

But that wisdom's hard to share,

So all I've got is this old song

And a father's open arms.

[Chorus]

Oh, I've stood right where you're standing,

I've held love in these two hands,

I've watched it turn to darkness

And I never understood.

But pain is part of living, son,

It's how the good roots grow,

And I love you, I love you,

More than I could ever show.

[Outro]

I wish you the best,

I wish you the world,

I wish you love and happiness,

I wish the very best for you.

I love you, son.

[End]

This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.