Daddy Dearest
Threw away your family values
Took away my mother's pride
Could've been a better person
You spread your seed before you died
All you had to do was be there
But you were never there at all
Instead you spent most of your life
With drugs and alcohol
I remember all the heartache
All those nights my mother cried
While you were out with so called friends
Out to get some satisfied
In the end you turned out worthless
A homeless dying bum
We'll both never know how it feels
To be a father and a son
~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © Billy Hitz | Year Posted 2015
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