You lost your father to a sound night sleep
I lost mine to a deadly disease
And he lost his to vicious vehicles
Which left us fatherless all weep and weep
Fifty five or thirty five
We were always dad’s kid who brought him a heaven
Of which we found little to boast yet he found many
Are we really good enough?
We could be better, but we were rebels
Dad was wiser and made believe we were best
Adding life was hard, harder for him as we knowst
So we managed our mutually happy lies
Now dad gone and forever, gone and forever
Gone the heaven he made believe
Gone the lies we willingly bereave
Tears in shame for us and peace for him in our prayer
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