For Nate 'The Great'

Singing With tears In your eyes As you stared at me With the most caring gaze. Your childhood Sung in sweet lyrics, They lingered in my ears As my throat began to tighten With sadness. What's that, dear? Your parents beat you? Never a word spoken To anyone? It made you a better man? No dear, It caused horrid memories. Your father Brought you to a bar And let his friends beat you With bottles? My dear Sweet Nate, Keep singing. Your mother Was addicted to drugs And violence? What ever happened To her? She's buried six feet under? What about your father? Prison With the other abusive men? Scars Dug deep In your skin Jump to my sight As I quietly whimper With your soft voice.