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A ballad to my 2 young sons, a commitment that whatever hobby or passion they develop in life, I'll be behind them 100%, wether its ballet dancing or boxing bouts.

Written, recorded & Mixed by Ryan Kane, The Rural Lonely

Additional vocal production by Jack Bennet, Lapwing Studios

Lace up the shoes or tape up the fists now

Dream it aloud and I’ll show you somehow

Twirl in the light or swing to the bell

Boy I’ll stand tall while you raise your own hell

Through the ropes or on their toes

The fire inside only each kid knows

I’m the call, when life sends lows

Through the ropes or on their toes

Pirouette spins or bloody knuckles tight

Grace takes form or a storm for a fight

Each their own way, I’ll never let go

One mounts the world, the other lands blows

Hand on their back, doesn’t matter the place

One with precision and 1 with tough grace

To the stage to the mat, but I’ll make it clear

This father stays shouting your name through the air

Let them choose wild, let ‘em fight pain

Win or lose, heart is never in vein

Ballet or the bouts, they’re all the same

It’s theirs to walk or break through the rain