Unforgiven
He grew up in a family so big he wasn't even seen.
He was the youngest of seven, and all he had to wear
Was his brothers hand me downs.
No he didn't get much attention,
And oh I forgot to mention..
His daddy was never around.
He was the unforgiving.
His daddy always worked,
And was always drunk
For as long as he could remember.
They even stayed up late one night,
And shared a couple of beers.
He remebers his dad
Walking in his room,
And kissing him good night.
It's the only time he said "I love you'
He was the unforgivin'.
No, he never played ball with his son,
And never took him fishin'.
All of this was just wishful thinkin'.
He was the unforgivin'.
His son's grown up now
With three daughters of his own,
But he wasn't the best father
They would know.
All he can remember is walking in their room
Kissing them good night,
And saying "I love you".
He is the unforgivin'.
12/12/2002
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