The sweat on your brow isn’t enough

The money isn’t what we need

The strong hands and firm voice aren’t it

The strict rules

The curfews

That’s not what I need.

Every now and then

When the time is right,

Gather me in your arms

Tell me

Let me know that you care

Laugh every once in a while

Smile more often

Stop worrying as much,

And let me be me.

I want to tell you,

But I can’t.

Call me a hypocrite,

Because you can’t either.