Who Is This Man
He has a trigger
but doesn't own
a gun.
He likes to play
but never allows
Himself to have any fun.
Drinks too much alcohol
trying to dull his pain.
He is as brash as he is
Harsh
won't hesitate to tare you
Apart just because he can
but who is this man....
As he grows weaker
his life regrets cut in a little
deeper.
Abuses alcohol to dull his pain
To proud to say I'm sorry he
take that pride to his grave.
I love that man regardless of all
His done, he taught me right from wrong
Who is this man he is my dad
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