Let me tell you the story of one father's life
His life was normal
A paying job and caring wife
But somehow he wanted more
He dreamed of houses by the shore
He dreamed of fortune and fame
He dreamed of people knowing his name
And his ego was never fading
His wife had given birth to a baby
He was now a father and he had his first and only son
But he was still not proud of all he had accomplished and done
He wanted more money, bigger houses, and to be known
He left his son to start a new life on his own
As his son became a bigger and more mature boy
He began to notice there was no father to fill the void
For years, never a trace of the father appeared
His mother only referred to him as the man who once lived here
But mother and son sat down and talked it out
She couldn't tell her son why Daddy walked out
She hoped to prevent future heartbreak with what she had said:
Your father doesn't care enough to even send you a loaf bread
She was crying when she told her son, Daddy doesn't care
He left his own flesh and blood to pursue his own careersââ¬Â
But the son couldn't believe it and never lost faith
He wanted, more than anything, to see his father's face
So the mother gave him the number of his father's address
Without hesitation he left the small home to fulfill his quest
He found his dad working at a big company and in big company
He stood before his father's mansion sparkling and bright
A beautiful sight
Gorgeous women stood at his every side
And the boy knocked on the door expecting saving grace
But Daddy had no time for his son and slammed a door in his face
And the boy stood there crying for what he had feared
His mother was right, Daddy doesn't care
He left his own flesh and blood to pursue his own careers
He left what should have mattered most
To have a house on every coast
He left his caring wife
To have deceitful women at his side
He left his son who had much respect for him
For businessmen who valued him on a whim
He left his quiet life
To have houses lit with lights
The last image this boy had of his father
Was his fatherââ¬â¢s turned back
Be it as it may
Come that day
When all fortunes subside
And this man had died
He became a scared soul wandering the afterlife
Weary, with atrocious beasts behind his every step
When he found the gates of paradise
Bigger and brighter than the gates before his mansion
To his surprise, the golden doors were closed to him
There he stood, begging before closed gates of paradise
The man knocked and kept knocking
The sky grew dark and the gates slowly drifted away
The demons and beasts were nearing on him
Nowhere else to run, the man stood begging and pleading
The last image of paradise he saw was the turned back of the Father
To him this seemed all too familiar
Written by Fatal Dawn é
His life was normal
A paying job and caring wife
But somehow he wanted more
He dreamed of houses by the shore
He dreamed of fortune and fame
He dreamed of people knowing his name
And his ego was never fading
His wife had given birth to a baby
He was now a father and he had his first and only son
But he was still not proud of all he had accomplished and done
He wanted more money, bigger houses, and to be known
He left his son to start a new life on his own
As his son became a bigger and more mature boy
He began to notice there was no father to fill the void
For years, never a trace of the father appeared
His mother only referred to him as the man who once lived here
But mother and son sat down and talked it out
She couldn't tell her son why Daddy walked out
She hoped to prevent future heartbreak with what she had said:
Your father doesn't care enough to even send you a loaf bread
She was crying when she told her son, Daddy doesn't care
He left his own flesh and blood to pursue his own careersââ¬Â
But the son couldn't believe it and never lost faith
He wanted, more than anything, to see his father's face
So the mother gave him the number of his father's address
Without hesitation he left the small home to fulfill his quest
He found his dad working at a big company and in big company
He stood before his father's mansion sparkling and bright
A beautiful sight
Gorgeous women stood at his every side
And the boy knocked on the door expecting saving grace
But Daddy had no time for his son and slammed a door in his face
And the boy stood there crying for what he had feared
His mother was right, Daddy doesn't care
He left his own flesh and blood to pursue his own careers
He left what should have mattered most
To have a house on every coast
He left his caring wife
To have deceitful women at his side
He left his son who had much respect for him
For businessmen who valued him on a whim
He left his quiet life
To have houses lit with lights
The last image this boy had of his father
Was his fatherââ¬â¢s turned back
Be it as it may
Come that day
When all fortunes subside
And this man had died
He became a scared soul wandering the afterlife
Weary, with atrocious beasts behind his every step
When he found the gates of paradise
Bigger and brighter than the gates before his mansion
To his surprise, the golden doors were closed to him
There he stood, begging before closed gates of paradise
The man knocked and kept knocking
The sky grew dark and the gates slowly drifted away
The demons and beasts were nearing on him
Nowhere else to run, the man stood begging and pleading
The last image of paradise he saw was the turned back of the Father
To him this seemed all too familiar
Written by Fatal Dawn é
