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Written and performed by Patrick Foster
Mixed & Mastered by Brandon Busch, Sound Media Productions, Seattle, Wa
lyrics
I hear my son,
Awake again,
His chatter dancing in the room,
A little miracle machine,
How can it be,
All of the mystery,
All of his circuitry,
Firing on all fronts,
The engineer,
Master of spark,
Manifested in life,
And in all the motion great and small,
In fear of darkness love of light,
Our children reach to span the night,
To make it through the dark,
On proverbial arks,
Can you believe how rad it is?
To be a little one,
Eyes always begging sun,
To stay,
And if it weren't enough,
It's found in growing up,
The notion fails to pass away,
A source of hope,
A way to cope,
A way to pacify the sound,
To match the beatings pound for pound,
And say with salt let's go another round,
Push past the limit now,
Lower the plow,
Can you believe how hard it is?
To be a little one,
Eyes always begging sun,
To stay,
And if it weren't enough,
It's found in growing up,
The notion fails to pass away,
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released September 8, 2021
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