i hear my father's cries through the walls that once protected me,
and it's the darkest side of my heart that dies when he looks at me.
it's the coldest hour in the eyes of a man who can't believe,
that the softest sigh of his wife has left him on his knees.
he said ''if you leave me i'll die'', and she walked away,
and the tide of life recedes but for one more day.
"when i die, when i die"
fly, fly goes the air through my mothers lungs,
while my father lies on the ground
left to die like a dog in an empty pound.
and i sit alone behind these walls of mine,
listening to my father's dream die tonight.
and it's the darkest side of my eyes that cry
when he calls my name.
with a subtle tone of shame,
and an obvious sound of pain,
when he calls my name.
it's not the violence, crimes, or emptiness
that saddens me,
like the sound of a voice that's lost the fight for eternity.
and i imagine dying on my bedroom floor,
would she come back just once more,
and cradle me in her loving arms?
it was the darkest time in my life,
when my mother left me.
i still hear my father's cries through the lies that
surround me,
much like the walls that once protected me.
but if you find me, face down, muddy in the water
"when i die, when i die"
then i've lost the fight.
and i turned out just like my father.