Acapélla My Dad's Gone Crazy

And all going to be Britney

in case am the sky, I sat the solor better.

M eciendo feet child sitting in school desk is stunning

child

Anchored to a live frequency of another

integrated with the rest

Inventing smiles looking for an accomplice mirror

The child is sitting

runs around the yard

Running around with her friends

E innocently asks permission to meet the brutal game,

legs and teasing Dodging

coat

Child absconding to play

The child suffers from paralysis

school day in each sport,

your muscles do not respond

Ni

heart beats strong,

leaves off the shadow of fear

mental grasp every award

And the boy dreams of the world

To find the magazine ad for a gay love

a nod of appreciation for his intimate desire

Or see the brush of lips twins, dream

And

His heart zigzags in the development of walking.

Everything is a promise to him,

A future dream in which characters are not known,

So

invents his world Thinking of the day

understanding and shock.

knows nothing Nothing No roads

Only your compass sinister

human instinct that guides their

corners take you through encouraging new vanity

Each

night praying to God

A crown of honor

To designate its particularity and not subject

their common love.

Dedicated to myself when I was 4 years (I am still a sucker).