I believe in the things that I live and I see,
and I dream of things that hide inside me.
I believe in the proof of the things that I've touched
and I know that the joy comes from loving to much.
I once had a plan, were I'd do all I can,
show my wife, son, and daughter, I am a good man.
What I found out in time as you pass through your life
It is hard once you reach ,to maintain these great heights.
It wasn't about emotions becoming entwined
In the lives of our children, this was yours ,it was mine.
We silenced our voices, refused to let logic in,
To unclench our arms, let it sink in our skin.
Anger was easy, we forgot loves a chore
Hate just consumed us more and more.
Like an addiction we fed off the rage,
Unable to forgive or turn over the page.
I felt I was honest, in the past gave my best,
Now only in the passing "fuck you" is there a mention of sex.
Who gave up first, where can we place blame?
Somewhere in life it became just a game.
Wake up and work, for the o mighty dollar
Come home and listen to you bitch and holler.
Get out of the house to spend time with my kids
There was no time in the day life was better then this.
Where there were no eggshells layed out on the floor,
No reason to clench as you walked through the door.
I could simply stand and watch them both play,
Thats why went out and stayed there all day.
I came home one day to a life that was shattered,
Your threats became real, you stole all that mattered.
It became real as I had paper in hand,
You now had a lawyer, and a new plan.
Blame me for everything, this plan you have mastered,
You couldn't get out unless there was a disaster.
All I can say is all in due time,
You will get what is coming , I will get what is mine.
I believe in the things that I live and I see,
I now dream of these past days that live on inside me.
I believe in the proof of the lives that I've touched
I now know theres no such thing as loving too much.
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