Something Has To Be Done

The boxes keep getting bigger
And the room keeps getting smaller
As the people keep getting bigger
I keep getting smaller
I'm trying to get something done here
Nobody seems to let me
My father's getting disappointed
My mother's getting angry
My sister says
    Look at this boy
    He has no value
My brother tries to help me
But he's getting tired of trying
I just want to go back to Edgemont South Dakota
I don't want to be rich and famous
I just want to be happy
If they would just leave me alone
I could get something done
They would all be proud of me
They would just look at their son

They are getting disappointed
My father says something
    Something just has to be done
My father says to me, son
    Son, just what have you done
I say, nothing dad
    Except that I have to jump
My father says no
    But it's too late
    It has already begun
As I fall from the highest building
    Into the smallest pool
I can imagine how I'll die
    As I figure out how to live
    I make the most perfect dive

I submerge from the water
    My sister sure is proud
In all the land
There has never been a man
    Who has made such a dive

My father's proud
My mother's happy
they can all see my now
Everything begins to work out right
    Why I've won a scholarship
    And it wasn't even my plan

By:  Roger Harkness


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