Arbiter

You know none about your son He cuts his thumb to kick the numb He waves his hand across the sand To feel the grains of Earth so bland Chances are he'll die someday Begrudgent of your forceful say and You can't stop his mind from slipping Off this mortal coil so gripping Stop protecting stop protesting stop protecting stop it drop it Stop protecting stop protesting stop protecting stop it drop it Oh why won't you listen trapped in denial Fell through false smile Take it in the words of the itching youth Trying to make a stand They just need a hand Look at him he does not feel you He does not want to be here with you You know none about your son He cuts his thumb to kick the numb He waves his hand across the sand To feel the grains of Earth so bland Chances are he'll die someday Begrudgent of your forceful say and You can't stop his mind from slipping Off this mortal coil so gripping Take his hand and hear what he has to say Stay with him through this day Show him your listening Enough with the shrugging off of incidents Just let him make a stand