Hey big guy,
the sun is getting real low,
you played enough, lets go.
Show me your bruises and
let me heal them with my glow.
Sleep tight in my arms tonight,
I will ask the night to crawl slow.
The days are tougher tomorrow
for you have dreams to sow.
Not today but later though
those saplings will grow, for I
believe in you and you know.
Lets go, the sun is getting real low.

- doesn'tmatter