I came home
That evening
The doors were locked
She took the key
Stashed under the rock
I fell over my bags
She'd strewn across the lawn
As I saw my broken guitar
I knew right then
    I had to move on...

Sad little eyes
Glared out the window at me
I loaded my truck
With a harsh reality
Into the latter years
The fall out spread
Not one of my children
Have ever been wed

With no children to break
In the broken bonds of trust
Here my seed shall die
Seems this life was a bust
....