Mothers Day is in the past
Fathers Day in the near future
Although a future with my father;
Was never something I could celebrate
Left early so I couldn't relate;
To your ****** qualities
But little did you know;
It was you who I turned out to be...

Welcome home son
Come on in
Welcome to the place where;
You can never forget your sins
You may be grown now;
But you'll always be a kid here;
And can always express your rebellious nature
I can see your doing your best;
To be the best you can be;
But that will be possible;
Because here you're still sixteen
And you still make mistakes
Even though you try hard not to
You're a **** up and will always be;
Unless you come home to live with me
Give up on your dreams to be with me
Welcome home son;
This is the place you were always supposed to be

Stepping, ever so gently upon the path
that leads me astray from my wants;
And my desires
That starts a new fire inside my belly
Leading to the discovery of something quite lovely
A new side of me;
One that has yet to be touched
Another version of me;
That has yet to be hugged
But is slowly starting to feel the embrace
Of the newly lit fire
old habits of mine slowly becoming replaced;
And a new version of an old smile,slowly creeps across my face

Loud voices bleed through the walls;
And echo through the house
The sound of doors slamming rumble like thunder
Blankets pulled up to my chin as I cower in the dark
My brother does the same in his bed next to mine
The stairs creek as they're stomped upon
The front door slams;
And the house becomes silent
I can faintly hear the sound of my mother weeping
This has become a family tradition;
And hopefully will become a faint memory