Parental Concern

Her father was a tailor
Somewhere in Canada
He wants the best
For his darling girl
But she’s suffocating under the sheets
Of over-protection
Flimsily disguised
As parental concern
It’s hard being an only child
She looked pained
And stared at the floor
Waiting for me to respond
I love them, I love
And I hate them, too
Poor child
When do you think they’ll let go of you?
«Write every day
And call once a week
We’ll even fly you back once a month»
They demanded
She just drifted away
When she hung up the phone
Cried again when she read
The letter from home
Why can’t it ever be smooth?
She’s naïve
To create an identity
You’ve got to kill
Destroy your past
At least for a while
Find out who you are
Break away from the child
Break away from the child
«Write every day
And call once a week
We’ll even fly you back once a month»
They demanded
She just drifted away
When she hung up the phone
Cried again when she read
The letter from home
It’s already begun, daddy,
She’s beyond your control
You must see her as a friend
Or you’ll never see her again
Cause she’s suffocating
And she’s got to escape
From the prison of your guidance
To make her own
Make her own mistakes