The black sheep, fleeing the flock, warns his younger brother to hold fast to his happiness.
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If I were half the man that I meant when I met you
Half the man of ten years ago
I'd be twice as sure of what I meant when I told you
"You don't know"
If you lived half the years that you wear on your eyelids,
Carried deep in those bags so low
You'd be twice as sure to respond when commanded,
"You don't know how to
Keep it alive with the lot that you're given
Keep it tight 'gainst the undertow
Forget the fight that you claimed to've forgiven
Take the high road, and I'll
Bow down, bow out
If we held half the hope we ignored to begin with
We'd have to try again, twice as slow
To regard the notion and guard against this:
"You don't know how to
Keep it alive with the lot that you're given
Keep it tight 'gainst the undertow
Forget the fight that you claimed to've forgiven
Take the high road, and I'll