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Somewhere in the world today the sun approaches mast
And children scream and laugh and sing to a brightly colored past.
And somewhere out in oaten fields a father playing tag
Can hear his child?s laughter like the flapping of the flag
That soars above the rising son who took his steps anew.
But all of this is somewhere else, none of this for you.
You?re the one who ran away,
Who died the day I woke
To find the room was empty and my heart at last had broke.
Until that day I was a child,
Protected by my years.
But since that day I?ve learned from you
And cowered at my fears.
An ode to you on Father?s Day
That dad that never was.
I?m thanking you for showing me
What I should never be.

Every time I smile,
I know that I?m not there with you;
For I were a man like that
I?d have nothing worse to do.
A man that took away my years,
Who squandered all my life.
You promise me one phone call
And your lie is like a knife.
I lay here waiting, pray still
That you are worth the save,
Knowing all the while
That I am sorrow?s slave.

Cry not for me, but for your own
For when the night is through,
You?ll always have the weight of me
Where I think not of you.
My hope is gone, I tried too long
To make you understand.
But, now I?m safe from you at last
I finally understand.

My lost and feeble father
Return to me no more.
Let my mind rest in broken peace
And settle its own score.

An ode to the broken man.