Decent Man

My father packed his bags
And walked out of our life
He didn’t want us anymore,
He didn’t love his wife.

Still my mom kept saying
That he was a decent man
And that the man still loved us
And would come back if he can.

He didn’t keep in touch
It was hard to disregard
Christmas came and went
He never even sent a card.

I’d have to leave a message
Just to hear his voice
He never called, he wouldn’t talk
I knew he’d made his choice.

For sixteen of my years I was
The apple of his eye
I've been reduced to nothing,
So now my eyes just cry.

Now that he’s gone forever
Its hard to understand
And hard to try and make him out
To be a decent man.