My father tells us to come to his office and I lead him there, my father sitting at his desk with a lamp on and looking over scripts that he has to sign. He glances up at Will and I, "Hello."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He looks up fully, studying him before glancing at me. I keep silent, biting my lip, and he sighs heavily before running his hand over his face, "Where do you work, son?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Uh... "A family. Particularly when the war is over. A battlefield isn't a place where I'd like my child to be raised. No stability in it. I'd also like to have an education eventually. I've heard about a... Benjamin Franklin. I wanna learn some of his teachings one day, pass it down to my children."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside