Teenage angst: a parents wish I hope that you'll know, One day, when you're grown, Just how much I hoped As you moped and you moaned 'It's not fair!' and complained, And you always looked pained When I asked you to help And you sulked and withheld Any care, any thoughts, To be kind and to meet Me half way but you cheat And you lie and I pray, That one day When you're grown, That you'll know. And be kind.