The words form your fathers mouth And the pain from his swelling hand His execution of anger, as you walk down this path But the path's length made you comprehend
Like a footprint, deep in your mind You're choosing a path, and their visions of life What's suppose to be pleasure, they'll feel as pain A fathers word is an uneraseble stain
Father, do you see the blood on your hands? Your children's lives are lost, this was your only chance
You'll see it when they try to laugh but cry How could you be so stupid to help them lose the fight Look at us, listen to our words Open up, and look them in the eyes
You can see it in their eyes Desertion made their worlds You can hear it in her voice They never had a choice
