My father used to hold the handlebars
And never let me ride alone
Until one day I finally got it.
I used to put my feet on the ground
And wobble when the bike
I think I tried until I had
He wasn’t there the day I did it
I lifted both feet and managed
To place the two of them on the pedals.
My father missed the day
I finally rode my bike
And he never got to feel
The satisfaction of
I guess I never really felt like I was