We must always show them the light no matter the dimness, which is an easier feat when they are young. It’s when they become of age and are aware of their environment in which the questioning begins and it is then when we contrive the predicament of at what time we need to break the news to them. In addition, with some intermingling of hope that ascends in the latter verse of, “Good Bones” that persuasively utters, “I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right. You could make this place beautiful.”
We must always show them the light no matter the dimness, which is an easier feat when they are young. It’s when they become of age and are aware of their environment in which the questioning begins and it is then when we contrive the predicament of at what time we need to break the news to them. In addition, with some intermingling of hope that ascends in the latter verse of, “Good Bones” that persuasively utters, “I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right. You could make this place beautiful.”