Outside

It was warm and nice and comfy inside,
But he insisted I go out and play,
His meaning was clear, but I didn’t want to hear,
“You’re going to go out today.”

He stopped, he stared, he started to talk,
“Back in my day, you hear?”
We played with the dog, we sat on a log,
We had nothing at all to fear.

It was warm and nice and comfy inside,
And he insisted I go out and play,
His meaning was clear, but I didn’t want to hear,
“You’re going to go out today.”

He showed signs of anger, then resumed his lecture,
“Are you afraid of a gale?”
“We rode our bikes through lightning strikes,”
“Never once did we fail.”

It was warm and nice and comfy inside,
And he insisted I go out and play,
His meaning was clear, but I didn’t want to hear,
“You’re going to go out today.”

I accepted my loss and grabbed my hat,
The sun is high in the sky,
The birds look at me, it’s a great day for thee,
The beauty makes me cry.