Keeping the Sand in its Box

I want some one there

To tell me, I’m proud of you

To tell me, gosh damn she’s cute

I want some on there

To give me peace of mind

And guide me from behind

To show me were to go

When I don’t even know

I want some one there

To see me through this life,

Not to stab me with his knife

To stand with me

Through all my strife

No matter what the brew

Not to say adieu

I want some one there

Not to lead, all eschew

But to show me my value

To hold me, when I am sad

To laugh when I am glad

I need some one here

To give, what I cannot

To stop all this distraught

And keep the sand, in its box

I need you here

To be my comrade

I need you here

To be my dad