Donnie: What's it like to have a wacko for a son?
Donnie's mom: It feels wonderful.
I visited Grams today.
I apologized for not visiting for such a long time, and told her about all the drama I've been going through recently: the talk with my parents, my uncle's lecture, yadda yadda yadda.
I feel like I could tell her anything, because she doesn't yell at me or judge me (anymore).
She just smiles.
Then I played "Hear You Me" for her in a crude, unplugged fashion.
I hope she liked it.
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Hear You Me
there's no one in town I know
you gave us someplace to go
I never said thank you for that
thought I might get one more chance
what would you think of me now?
so lucky, so strong, so proud
never said thank you for that
now I'll never have a chance
may angels lead you in
hear you me my friends
on sleepless roads the sleepless go
may angels lead you in
and if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
a song for a heart so big
God couldn't let it live
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