These are words left unspoken
To the father of my seed
Painful are the memories
I should have taken heed
Something that should have never existed
Of my life, he is the thief.
I can still smell the must
The nasty aura of cocaine
Hardened up in pyrex
Shot to his brain.
I can still feel his fingers
Wrapped around my neck so tight
The devil staring in my face
Saying, "let go of your life."
Grabbing at his chain
Fighting for my life
Thinking of my unborn son
Who had my belly tight
Squirming and fighting
To get out from under his daddy's weight
Little lungs not yet knowing
How to scream the beast astray.
Blackness all around me
Have I slipped away?
No, God let me stay.
Now looking back
I see the raging sea
Lashing back out for me
Doesn't want to let me be
But I refuse to go back
Into the undertow.
My son now, almost two years old
Is vibrant and full of life
But one day I'll have to let him know...
So blessed to have a real man beside me now
To help my little boy grow
Into a better man then his dad was
I want the world to know.
