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A dad's dad.
As i sit in this room.
Watching my kid's bloom
I am thinking of a dad.
Who will make them sad.
Cause he have seen the pain.
A mental heavy rain.
He's own dad, forsaken.
In lies and love taken.
A dad that will never see.
The kids, forsaken, will be.
Watching my kid's bloom
I am thinking of a dad.
Who will make them sad.
Cause he have seen the pain.
A mental heavy rain.
He's own dad, forsaken.
In lies and love taken.
A dad that will never see.
The kids, forsaken, will be.
Published 4th Apr 2014
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