Sugarbear baby with your solemn brown eyes
And the stance of
a wily new colt
Throw your mood to the wind and see which way
it flies
Into bright purple dreams do you bolt
Eight years old
and the little boy marches on
To the strains of an unfinished
band
Oh lionheart sweetness, melancholy son
Hold my heart and whole
world in your hands
Sugarbear baby lying safe in my arms
Each
passing day I must let you grow tall
Sell my soul to the dark to
keep you from harm
Give my life to cushion your fall
Sweet snip
of a boy with rich dirt on your feet
And hot pizza on Saturday
night
Each thought a grooving be-bop beat
Lean towards life's rich
apple and bite
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