I looked in to the empty eyes
Of father as he softly sighs
Just a child, just six years old
Old enough to see his broken soul
Today depression, it is named
When dreams are broken, the mind is stained
That night I asked if he ever prayed
He told me "no", his mind was made
But father never told me men don't cry
When he looked sad, and I asked why
So if you won't cry and you won't pray
Then dream daddy, dream away