"does anyone else have something to say?
something they would like to get off their chest today?"
The room is silent, no one will speak
so up i go on my feet.
"I have something to say
but was never able to spit it all out,
i guess i was afraid
and had much doubt.
I told my story many times
to the lonely dawn
but now i found my courage
to speak up and be strong.
As a child i got several beatings,
my father was a nice man
but he couldn`t control his anger,
his anger controlled his hand.
He was an alcoholic
and today so am i,
but i came here now
to change that life.
i have a baby on its way
i dont want to be its daddy
for i am ashamed
of who i came to be.
I drink at night
get high by day,
i beat my wife
and never pay.
I waste all the money
and come back for more,
i treat my hunny
like we were at war.
I have my father`s anger
and his need for the liquor,
i stare at this stranger
and want to change quicker.
My father is my nightmare,
my nightmare is me,
we are both alcoholics
that is reality.
but there is one difference
in between us two,
he went the distance
to lose a family so true.
I am 28
and can see for myself
the pain i create
for everybody else;
so unborn son you will now see
a sober dad and lovely mommy,
no more anger, i won`t be mean
watch out family, daddy`s coming clean!"
