Just try'n to come to terms with an issue I struggle with from time to time. |
My dad died when I was six years old That's who I am, that's part of my mold The night we got the news, I could not sleep I was looking out my window, when up pulled a jeep I saw two men in uniform and I jumped to the floor I ran through the house yell'n, daddy's home and opened the front door The two men standing had unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar eyes They didn't have to say a word, I knew my dad had died In that split second, my whole world shattered All my little hopes and dreams instantly scattered They asked if my mom was home, by then she was there I was screaming like crazy, trying to pull out my hair Is that the day that made me who I am? Or is that the day, my life became a sham? I can only remember being with him twice Memories I'm fond of, they were very nice One he let me drive, he worked the pedals Now he's in my bookcase, represented by a flag and a box of medals The other he had a beer and was throwing darts Did my life die that day too? If not, I sure hope it starts It seems everything I do, turns to shit Why is it so hard? Why do I wanna quit? Has dad become my scapecoat? Someone to blame? If that's truly the answer, Man, I'm pretty lame! My heart left me way back then on that somber day As soon as I feel it's back, Poof! it goes away. All I love and cherish, never seems to last As soon has I feel I have it, it becomes the past. Love and enjoy your Dad |