to a 3-year-old

the father asks his son to wait

and not rush to grow up soon

for childhood is a clock so great

it halts the withering of the moon

ram cobain

bruised not beaten

yes, violence hurts; that much is true

it turns a crowd into a few

yes, the law sings differently in different hands

(but this also you must understand)

that true, your sticks can break my bones

turn my fiery slogans into groans

but see here also, the opposite

see what they do to my spirit.

ram cobain