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| Mike And The Mechanics – The Living Years Lyrics
| 8 years ago
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I can't find a single line in this awesome song that doesn't strike a chord in my soul. Being the 7th child of my Mom and 5th for my Dad (last child for both) I most definitely was deprived and ignored and misguided growing up. I'm not plying for any sympathy here, Only understanding. I actually thought I had an awesome childhood growing up. Came and went as I pleased. Played hooky from school often, Never punished. Was a total punk and truant. Did some other things that I as a parent would NEVER permit my child to do. In a nutshell, I was forgotten. I didnt get the guidance I needed. The discipline. The mentoring. The love and affection. No fishing trips. No working on a car together. No playing catch. No nothing. I wasn't cared for. I didn't get proper health care. Dental care. Decent clothes to wear. Healthy food and proper meals. I never had my own room. I had only a handful of pictures taken of me by ANYONE growing up. With 4 sisters 2 brothers and a Mother and a father. I could never get close to my father. He was always too busy or unavailable or just flat uninterested in me.. But he is not to be vilified by me for his lack of concern and interest in me. I've never walked in his shoes. That's number one. I failed him as a son in my adult years- when I had opportunity to establish a relationship with him. Now he's gone. I wish I would have told him- all I wanted to say, in his living years.
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