I know I have been preachy
I've boasted and I've bragged
I've gone on and on and on
waving my tongue like a flag
about how brave it is
to face the shadows like I've done
condescendingly I said "do this do that, my son"
I'll not longer try in vain to share what cannot be said
I won't spoil it
I will no longer describe the thing to death
just look at my face
and know me
feel my hand on your shoulder
and know me