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 paths length made you comprehend Like a footprint, deep in your mind Youre choosing a path, and their visions of life Whats suppose to be pleasure, theyll feel as pain A fathers word is an uneraseble stain Father, do you see the blood on your hands? Your childrens lives are lost, this was your only chance Youll 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
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