We don't talk about David, no, no
We don't talk about David
But
He was an autistic child
He should be sad
But he talked of ideas to defy
(his ideas defied)
Refuses to give in To the misery of grunge
Told us that we would be okay
David told us to be happy
(why did he tell us?)
Told us that we were okay
(didn't he know better?)
Didn't he know we're supposed to be
(Sad and angry and prepared)
We don't talk about David, no, no
We don't talk about David
Supposed to live in fear while David he is preaching
That we will be okay and we all should all be happy
Doesn't he know that this is the age of Grunge?
It's so heavy liv-ing in the end of
Time, in these days around us
David tells us that we have survived worse
An autistic child, shouldn't he be sad?
Shouldn't he be angry with us?
David, does he see something we don't
We don't talk about David, no, no
We don't talk about David
Just a little Encanto parody from my life and heart!
God loves you!
Sincerely,
David S. Annderson