This is for the Cinderalla’s, the Rudy’s, and the 6^th man that get over looked. 

This ones for the winner that is too determined to be defeated.

Find A Way

This is for the walking wounded, for the numb that can’t feel the missed mended  holes within them. 

This is for the weeping widows and widowers in the waiting rooms of hospitals.  For the surgeons that did not save a life today. 

Find A Way

This is for the weary.  The ones that give up, so they become the mail man or the garbage man.  This is for the kid that wakes up crying from a bad dream and mom’s not their to sing a lullaby. 

This is to the kid shootin in the rain.

This ones for the middle aged men still running from their problems because pops never taught them how to solve them.  This ones for the ones that walk without being led. 

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This is for the girl that got a perfect childhood, but her best friend didn’t.  Or the girl that misses out on Daddy Daughter Dates. 

This is to the boy tryin on his brother’s football pads, flexing in the mirror.  This is to the fathers that take a day off of work and go fly fishin with their sons.  This is for Sophie Barton.  And how she made life so beautiful. 

This is to the man on the moon. 

If he can do it, then why can’t you?  

And this one, this ones for me, because I deserve it.  And so do you.