You're
a father now, you see things in different ways
For
every parent will gain perspective on their wilder days
But
that alone does not explain the change I see in you
The
way you've drifted off from red to blue
Sometimes
I think to myself
Should
I vote red for my class or green for our children?
But
whatever choice I make
I will
not forsake
So you
bought it all, the best your money could buy
And
I watched you sell your soul for their bright shining lie
Where
are the principles of the friend I thought I knew?
I guess
you let them fade from red to blue
I hate
the compromises that life forces us to make
We must
all bend a little if we are not to break
But
the ideals you've opted out of, I still hold them to be true
I guess
they weren't so firmly held by you
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