Don't be like mine.
That's all that I ask.
Be there; really rejoice.
Say it and mean it.
See me and cry when I leave.
Remember me and call me out.
I know times are a mess.
Even you.
Try. Forget the past.
It may be hard.
There is more than laying there pretending to be asleep.
Wake up.
Cancel your crude ways.
And be there.
Actually be there.
For the time will come and
that time will be incredible.
but the times after will surely matter the most.
And yes, I am speaking of you.