Keep your chest close and hollow the beating give new ways to rest to your father who needs his rest
Let him sing and dance through your vocals chords let him to his own two step give him what robbed him when a child was born
Childhood swing set torn and replaced with cedar chip mats that allow for abusing ways kids can act
Scraped up and beaten threads inside the wounds that mean more when victory she comes along feel less when you have won
Chains that effect more than what was bargained for she is now scared to d**h to be alone pushed into this bleak acceptance
These are her child's eyes gathering spirits to wait for his funeral not worthy of the name he calls his wife
So walk on you never let them see your face
No longer will I hold the breath of disgrace
We'll shake off the fear like an afternoon rain
With grey skies we'll stand daddy give me your hand