Forthwith: transitory angry phase of the grieving process
Father of mine, tell me where have you been?
I just closed my eyes, and my whole world disappeared.
I remember blue skies, walking the block
I loved it when you held me high
I loved to hear you talk.
You'd take me to the movies, you'd take me to the beach,
You would take me to a place inside
that is so hard to reach
Father of mine, tell me where did you go?
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
I will never be safe, I will never be sane,
I will always be wierd inside...
My dad he gave me a name. Then he walked away.
I just closed my eyes, and my whole world disappeared.
I remember blue skies, walking the block
I loved it when you held me high
I loved to hear you talk.
You'd take me to the movies, you'd take me to the beach,
You would take me to a place inside
that is so hard to reach
Father of mine, tell me where did you go?
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
I will never be safe, I will never be sane,
I will always be wierd inside...
My dad he gave me a name. Then he walked away.