One of the hardening things I've endured
listening to subliminal cries of a voice

whom openly tries compromise - I'm the
cause of the sound off disdain I'm the one

in dismay - because he loves his planted seed
that feeds the anguish he reaps but hides

behind tender loving care - A father may abide
his broken heart but his eyes never lie - And I

the son feel like a spy that robbed him
of Good byes - I never could Comply