Dead man, were you ever alive?
or was I just a seed buried deep inside
some woman you wed right before you crawled out of her bed and crept down the hall? Did you think of me?
did you even for a second hesistate in the doorway?
tt's just something that I'd like to know, though I'd still love you if you told me that you just walked away

My God, what a world you love
Where men bury their sons and without thought just walk away

And my mother's heart breaks like the water inside of her

Dead man, is it being high that makes you alive? It makes you leave behind three boys and a wife in '89.
as the track marks inched their way up your arm, my mother taught my brothers and I not to call you daddy,
but to call you Father

But I believe there is something here to be learned of grace, 'cause I can't help but love you, even with a heart that breaks like the promises you made