Dying In Their Shadows

There’s no sunshine when there gone So I keep my curtains drawn While I’m hiding in their shadows And every time they watch me go I feel it deep inside my soul While I’m hiding in their shadows I think I’m dying in their shadows It’s the hardest thing, not being near my sons and daughters The most rewarding joy in my life is simply being their father I chose to sacrifice time with them to secure a better life Now I question if the better life would’ve been with no sacrifice I see now all they want is me, and not what the money brings They want to play dress up, and go to the parks and swings I’m shaking my head just thinking about them being at home Rest my forehead in my palms, how they must feel so alone My soul dies a little each night, and I won’t lie, every time I cry My only function in life is be their hero, put on a cape and fly But I flew away and validate it by the ends justifying the means I’m not there to dry their eyes or hear them recall their dreams I had my father in my life and that man meant the world to me For the life of me I don’t know why I deny mine the same dignity I pull the string beneath the lampshade and hide away in the dark And drift away to the noisy place where the quiet shadows are There’s no sunshine when there gone So I keep my curtains drawn While I’m hiding in their shadows And every time they watch me go I feel it deep inside my soul While I’m hiding in their shadows I think I’m dying in their shadows